Chapter 742 Sheffield Tang

"Call the police? You can give it a shot. Do you want me to dial the number for you?" Wesley taunted her.

"Are you making fun of me?" Blair looked at him in disbelief. 'Does he think I'm an idiot who doesn't know how to call the police?'

'What? I wasn't trying to make fun of her!' Wesley felt startled by her words.

He pressed her against the wall of the living room and said, "Blair, you don't want to rise in revolt as the result will be hard for you to bear." He grabbed her by the chin and pulled her face into a fiery kiss.

'Ouch... My lips hurt. They must be swollen red, ' Blair cried in her mind, but Wesley persisted.

"I...will listen...to you..." she tried to say. Blair held Wesley's face with both hands to stop him from kissing her.

Wesley simply responded with a smile, expressing his deepest contentment.

Just like that, Blair's plan of leaving Wesley had failed. After they got changed, the two of them left their apartment. He took her to the fifth floor of the Alioth Building to have lunch.

After lunch, Wesley drove her to a house he had been meaning to take her to for a while.

Blair stared at the traditional building with curiosity. It was as if each brick had its own story to tell. The texture that had greeted strong summers and hail stones with such dignity could be felt with each touch. Even before they entered, she could already smell the Chinese herbs.

Wesley parked his car and took her hand in his, as they walked towards the house together.

The moment they entered the courtyard, a man in a Chinese tunic suit came over to them and said, "Senior Colonel Li, you are here! You may go to the living room first. I'll tell Mr. Tang that you are here."

Wesley nodded politely and said, "Thank you."

The man ran off, leaving Wesley and Blair to have a gentle stroll down the courtyard. The sun shone with an enchanting sparkle, and the dried herbs were laid over the ground to bask in the sun.

There was a plaque hanging on the door of the living room—"Ginseng Hall." As to why it was named after ginseng was a mystery to them both.

As soon as the two of them sat down, a servant walked in with a tray that had two hot cups of tea. These were Chinese lidded tea cups decorated with blue and white Dragon symbols.

Wesley and Blair thanked him with a courteous nod and watched him leave with an empty tray.

Blair was unable to hold back her curiosit

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'I hope so, ' Blair thought to herself.

Suddenly, a little boy appeared before them. "Action Kamen!" he yelled. "Huh? Un...cle... Aunt..."

He was light-skinned, dressed in a blue coat and a pair of black pants. He could have been a year old or two. His cute round eyes were fixated on Wesley and Blair.

The boy reminded Blair of Joslyn's son, even though he seemed younger.

Blair came over to him, squatted down and scooped him up in her arms. "Hi baby! What's your name?" she asked.

"She... ff..." The boy paused for a while and finally continued, "...field."

"Sheffield?" Blair repeated the name after him.

The boy nodded his head and turned his sights towards Wesley. "Un...cle..."

Wesley smiled at him. "Hi."

Blair looked at Wesley with a smile and said, "Is this Grandpa Mooney's great-grandson? He's a handsome boy."

Wesley sized the boy up and answered, "I guess so. He's probably Ingrid's son."

Before he could finish talking, a woman's voice came from outside the living room. "Sheffield... Sheffield Tang! Where are you?"

The voice indeed sounded like Ingrid's.

As Blair was in deep thought, wondering if the boy was Ingrid's son, he kissed her on the cheek. "Aunt...Mom..." Then he wiggled out of her arms to get down on the floor.

Blair's heart melted with his kiss. She put him on the floor and said, "I'll take you to your mom. Okay?"

The boy grinned and clapped his hands happily.

Wesley's face turned sour when he saw his wife being kissed by another man, albeit, a little man. He walked up to them and said, "Let me take him to his mother."