Take My Breath Away

"Okay, I see." Blair talked with Wesley for a while longer before hanging up.

The next day, Megan showed up at their apartment with her luggage. When Blair came back home from work, the girl was already inside sitting idly on the couch, watching TV.

She didn't even say hi. Instead, she took out her phone and loaded up a game as if Blair wasn't even there.

Blair changed into her slippers, turned off the TV and asked Megan coldly, "So, it's just you and me. Why did you ask Wesley if you could move in?"

Megan raised her head and smirked. "No reason. I just want you to know that Wesley cares about me. He never turns me down. Observe." She gestured at the room.

Blair found her ridiculous. "Seriously? What do you think will happen? Aren't you afraid that I'll sneak in your room and kill you in the middle of the night?"

Megan cast her a wary glance. "Damn, you're violent. Wesley told me you weren't very girly."

"Coming from you, I'll take that as a compliment. I have no reason to hold back around you. And just so you know, Debbie already knew Mr. Huo was alive; she's back, and has become quite the pop star. Rich, powerful...I'd think twice before messing with her."

Everyone knew Debbie returned to Y City. The city was abuzz with gossip about it.

Carlos wouldn't let a thing like amnesia or a car accident keep him down. He was back to work, the current general manager of ZL Group. Only problem was, he didn't remember Debbie. Stephanie was the woman on his arm. Debbie was trying everything in her power to win him back.

Of course, Megan knew about it, too. She bit her lower lip to hold back an angry retort. "Thanks for the info, but it's none of your business. Debbie won't lay a finger on me. Carlos can't remember anyone, not even Debbie. But he remembers me. Besides, Wesley's taking care of me. I don't care who hates me. You, Debbie. Wesley won't let you guys hurt me."

Blair sneered, "We'll see about that."

Afterwards, Blair hadn't said another word to Megan during her stay in their apartment. The drama queen had deliberately made a mess of the place to piss off Blair, but the young translato

tuck her gently into bed. He treated Megan so tenderly, as if she were a fragile glass doll. Blair was livid.

When Wesley was just about to walk away, Megan suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed, "Didn't you and Uncle Carlos take care of those guys? Why are the thugs still after me? Who told them where I live? Help me! I'm scared. Boo...hoo..."

Wesley furrowed his brows deeply. He pried her hands away and tried to keep his distance. He stood by the edge of the bed and explained, "Those gangsters were part of larger crime families. Don't worry. I'll handle it. I'm also trying to figure out how they found you. You can rest here and be safe."

"But... I want to go back to Y City with you. How about I move in with you? Only you can help me feel safe."

Wesley was baffled. "You're better off here. I have to go to work, so I can't be around you all the time. Trust me, this is better."

"It doesn't matter. I'll stay in your apartment. Just bring me food every day, and that's enough. Or are you worried that Aunt Blair won't like it? I'll ask her myself. Is that okay? If she says no, then... Ahem..." She coughed again, struggling to breathe.

Wesley calmed her down. "Don't get all worked up, now. Blair has nothing to do with this."

Megan steadied her breath and emotions before speaking again. "But Blair told me that Debbie was back and both of them hate me. I'm really scared of them..."