Take My Breath Away

"I want you to apologize to Megan. She's very unstable right now," Wesley said bluntly. Talking obliquely was never his thing.

Raised at the military residential quarters and having grown up to be a serviceman, he was even less tactful than Carlos. Debbie didn't know whether she should laugh or cry at his words.

"Colonel Li, Megan should be the one apologizing, not me." Even Carlos couldn't make her apologize. Wesley was just wasting his breath.

He said in a serious tone, "Megan is just a little girl. You should be more tolerant with her. Besides, she's the one in the hospital right now, not you."

"Wesley, you and your friends are all biased towards her. You don't even care who's right and who's wrong when it comes to Megan, do you?" Debbie asked with a glare. Just because he and Carlos treasured Megan didn't mean that they could cover for all her mistakes. And there was no way that Debbie would apologize to her.

Wesley cast Debbie a complicated look. Then he said, "I'm sorry, Debbie." With that, he trotted towards the military vehicle in a standard military style and opened the back door, as if saying, "Get in, please."

Debbie's anger grew. 'What the hell? Is he gonna force me to apologize to Megan even though she is the one who is in the wrong?

Does he think I will gladly get into the vehicle just because he asked me to? I don't even listen to my own husband. What makes him think that I will ever listen to him? How big a pushover does he think I am?' "Colonel Li, new semester begins in two days. I'm going to buy some new stationery. Show yourself around the manor if you want."

Debbie turned to walk towards her car.

Wesley, however, caught up with her after several strides and closed her car door which she had just opened. He stood rigidly in front of it.

"What? You want a fight?" asked Debbie. She didn't give a damn about his status or rank.

Wesley was about to say something when his phone rang. He took the call and simply said, "I'm at your manor."

"I know," responded Carlos, as he walked into the elevator. "I'm warning you, don't you dare harm a hair on my wife's head."

Wesley looked at Debbie and then repl

den question.

The woman he had loved used to say the exact same words. Those words had rung in his head countless times even after she had left. Hearing them again, the words struck him hard. He said solemnly, "She's not the one I want to marry."

Debbie was intrigued. "Is there someone else you like? Who is she? Where is she now? Have you been dating her?

"

Silence was the only reply she got from him.

Sensing the change in Wesley's mood, Debbie figured that she might have accidentally rubbed in a sore spot. She refrained from asking any more personal questions.

Both of them remained silent till they reached the inpatient department. It was Carlos who opened the door for Debbie when she got out of the vehicle.

She wanted to jump to the ground herself, but Carlos was quick to catch her as she jumped down.

He held her hand and wasn't going to let go, but Debbie pushed him away, blushing. "Don't touch me," she reprimanded.

Carlos grabbed her wrist and said flatly, "That's not what you said in bed last night."

Wesley, who had walked around the vehicle to meet them, happened to hear their little conversation. 'Why? All I did was bring his wife to the hospital. Did he have to punish me by making me listen to that?'

Debbie tried to cover Carlos' mouth, but it was too late. The words were already out in the open.

She shook off Carlos' hand and said sarcastically, "Shall we go inside now, guardian angels?"