Mr. Nelsonn Winning His Ex-wife’s Heart

Cecelia was relieved.

“That’ll do just fine. Remember, be gentle and thoughtful around girls. You need to take care of them and love them.

Or you might end up being single your whole life.”

“No problem, Mom. That is exactly what I want. Bye!” Tired of Cecelia’s nagging, Wesley hung up the phone.

He and Blair stared at each other. Suddenly, it dawned on her what he had meant by “carry.” ‘Aww hell no!’ She couldn’t help shuddering.

“If you carry me up on your shoulder, I’ll tell on you again!” she warned.

Wesley sneered in response. He wasn’t afraid of his mom. What could she do once the deed was done?

Despite Blair’s screams and tantrum, he threw her on her shoulder and moved on.

This wasn’t what she had been expecting. It was weird, awkward, and uncomfortable! When she had gotten drunk last time, he had carried her in his arms, not like this.

Her head was swimming. But it Latched onto one creative idea.

“Put me down right now! Or I’ll make you sleep in my bed again tonight! I mean it! If you don’t sleep in my bed tonight, I’ll go out and get drunk again!” she threatened. That seemed to work; after all, Wesley had to suffer deeply the Last time such a thing had happened. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

The next second, she was put down.

‘Eh? My threat is working!’ Blair let out of a sigh of relief and tried not to puke. Grabbing the handrail to steady herself, she looked at

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Wesley miserably and told him, “Leave! I don’t want to see you right now.

Ignoring what she was saying, he turned around and squatted down.

“Fine! Come on up!” he demanded. Come to think about it, every time when he wanted to punish her, he had ended up coaxing her into doing something SHE wanted. It was baffling! Like how did she manage to do that? Even a soldier Like him was unable to tame this woman!

Blair climbed onto his back.

“I have to say you asked for this. It was your idea to climb the stairs, and now it is you giving me a piggyback ride all the way up to the twenty-first floor.” In retrospect, it was rather ironic!

She also had to confess to herself that the man had incredible stamina.

He carried her up from the tenth floor to the twenty-first without stopping for a breather.

Deciding that she would give him a break, Blair had even suggested that she could climb the last four sets of stairs when they reached the nineteenth floor, but Wesley had objected.

“I said that I would carry you upstairs, and carry you upstairs I will,” was his response.

Finally, when they were back in their apartment, Blair all but ran into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the shelf and handed it to Wesley.

“Here, drink some water. Do you want it to be boiled?” As far as she recalled, he never had mineral water boiled. By habit, he merely unscrewed the lid and gulped it down.

Wesley looked at the bottle in her hand and took it with a slight smile, his first one in a long while.