Chapter 1700

“Blair, watch your manners!”

“I don’t fucking care! Wesley, you asshole! Let me go!” Blair raised her wrist that he was holding, and

bit into his arm.

She vented out her anger on him by biting, beating, and kicking him.

Once she was done, he looked at the teeth mark that she left on his arm, and then looked at her.

“Feeling better? Then get back in the car!” There was a bit of pleading in his tone

However, Blair wanted to continue calling him all kinds of insulting names.

“I’d rather walk home than get back in your car!” she spat out as she shook off Wesley’s hand once

again and started to walk away.

Wesley observed Blair’s retreating figure. Her stubbornness was giving him a headache.

Sighing in defeat, he caught up to her and scooped her up, draping her over his shoulder in a fireman’s

carry.

Blair felt like vomiting as her stomach pressed hard against his firm shoulder.

“Wesley, you son of a—”

“One more nasty insult, and I’LL strap you to the car roof and drive you home,” Wesley threatened.

“Fuck you, Wesley!”

“Fine. Do it as you wish.”

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Blair was rendered speechless for a moment. She then grew even angrier.

Wesley put her in the passenger seat and put the door on child’s Lock so that she would not be able to

get out again.

Blair’s head was starting to ache too. She had no more energy to quarrel with Wesley. She closed her

eyes and leaned against the seat.

Neither Blair nor Wesley uttered another word for the remainder of the ride back.

When the car approached the housing estate, Blair opened her eyes, took out the bank card Wesley

gave her and tossed it to him.

“I’LL pay you back for the money you spent on me today. I’m not your girlfriend, and it’s not your duty to

buy me things. How much did you spend on me today? Tell me, and I’ll pay you back.”

Wesley lowered his head and saw the card that he gave to her this morning.

“You don’t have to—”

Blair immediately cut him off, “It’s a must. We’d better be strangers from now on. Don’t worry. I won’t

bug you anymore. And please don’t appear before me again. It’s the best for both of us.”

Wesley could not respond. Her cold words painfully stabbed at his heart.

Blair continued, “Well, if you won’t give me an exact number, fine.