Chapter 609 I Never Lie
ir red at Wesley. "It''s not like I''m washing it by hand. The washing machine will do it. You''re
impossible! Just give me your clothes!"
Being harangued by someone else for the first time, Wesley wanted to retort but her angry look zipped
his mouth. He turned around and walked to his bedroom.
As he opened the door, he paused. "Let me get a shower first." He meant to say that he would shower
first and bring his dirty clothes to her afterwards.
ir nodded.
Wesley walked inside the bathroom, and turned on the shower. Steam floated from the water, settling
on the mirror and fogging it up.
After a moment, when ir heard nothing from his bedroom, she pushed open the door and found his
dirty clothes in the hamper. She removed them and left quickly.
Despite the sounds of the shower, Wesley could hear ir futzing around outside the bathroom. He
finished rinsing the soap off and cut the water. The stream terminated quickly, leaving a dripping
Wesley behind in the tub.
When he came out, he found that his dirty clothes in the hamper were really gone. He put on his
pajamas and walked out of his bedroom. The washing machine was going, and it was already on the
second cycle.
He was going to knock on ir''s bedroom door but then he heard noise from the kitchen.
ir was making noodles. Hearing hime in, she turned and told the man, "Wait a minute. Almost
done."
"Okay."
He leaned against the door, watching her busy figure. A smile formed on his lips.
In no time, she brought a bowl of delicious-smelling noodles to the dinner table. "Go ahead and eat. My
turn for a shower."
Wesley took a look at the noodle dish. Topped with tomato slices, scrambled eggs, mushrooms, and
chopped green onions, the look and smell made his mouth water. He grabbed her hand as she turned
away. "You don''t want any?"
ir lowered her head to look at her hand in his. She smiled and said, "No. I don''t usually eat thiste
at night."
He let go of her and nodded, "Okay."
Wesley then sat at the table and ate the noodles himself. He was hungry after his adventure, and those
noodles really hit the spot.
When she came out of her bedroom dressed in pajamas, Wesley was nowhere to be found. The
washing machine was off, and his clothes were all hung up, drying.
The kitchen was clean; the dishes washed and stacked in the right cabs. Wesley had taken care of
all the chores.
She stood outside his bedroom, thinking, ''Forget it. He needs to get up early. He''s probably already
asleep.''
Then she headed for the study. Turning on theputer, she kept busy trying to finish up what she
didn''t have time to earlier. She''d be doomed if she didn''t do it quickly or well. Her supervisor, Filberta
had it out for her. She''d make ir''s life hell if given half a chance.
At midnight, someone knocked on the door. ir jumped, her heart racing from the sudden, sharp
sound. She was hyper-focused on what she was doing, working in her own little world. She took a deep
breath and realized it was probably Wesley. She wasn''t used to him being around.
"Come in, please."
With her permission, Wesley opened the door and walked into the study. She was looking at herptop.
"Still up?"
"Yeah. I ran into a snag. The paper is in German, and I can''t quite get a handle on the trantion. I''m
doing some research on it. I''ll go to bed soon," she replied with her chin propped on one of her hands.
She ran it through Google Trante on mobile, SDL technology, Reverso Context, Multitran, and
various other trantion websites and software, but none of them tranted it well. There were still
some German words that remained untranted.
These weremercial documents written in German. Jargon simply didn''t trante well, and that was
part of the problem. A mistake could cause losses to thepany. But ir wasn''t as proficient in
German as in English.
Seeing her frowning, Wesley silently walked to the desk and grabbed the piece of paper from her hand.
ir widened her eyes in surprise as she asked, "You know German?"
"A little."
She asked again, "Did you get a KDS certification?"
"Yeah. I passed C2," he said curtly, eyes on the paper. While in military school, he passed the middle-
level B2 test. But then he was assigned an important mission where he needed extra fluency, talking to
actual German operatives. In order to fulfill the mission objectives, he studied hard and passed the
high-level C2 test.
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ir was utterly shocked. She had only gotten to B2, and it was her job to trante things! But Wesley
passed the C2 exam! "Seriously?"
He simply said, "I never lie." It was an easy enough answer.
''Maybe he never lies, but he doesn''t always tell the whole truth. A little? He''s way too humble, '' ir
thought. "Have you studied in Germany?" She was so curious about his past.
"Uh huh. 6 months." To improve hisnguage skills, he had stayed in Germany for nearly seven
months, together with Curtis.
ir envied him so much. With her chin propped up on both of her hands, she stared at the man
adoringly. "I learned by rote, cramming the vocabry into my brain. I used to practice with my German
teacher at university. She liked me, I think." In fact, back when she was about to end her studies in
Ennd, she wanted to continue with the advanced studies in Germany. But that was a chunk of
change. She didn''t want to ask so much money from her uncle, so she gave up on the idea, and came
back to Y City after she got her master''s degree.
Wesley threw her a nce. "You look wistful. Any regrets about studying abroad?"
ir shook her head. "No." After all, it wasn''t easy for her to study abroad alone. She didn''t want to go
through that again. She envied Wesley because he had an easier way to learn thenguage.
Wesley sat opposite her and grabbed a pen. He pointed at a paragraph in the article and exined,
"This is how a theatrical troupe is set up, and the different parts of a y that might need to be
performed... It also has a brief introduction about the development of Germanedies, from the
Renaissance to the Enlightenment period. If youe across simr articles next time, use this as a
starting point..."
ir listened attentively to his exnation. Together with the context, she finally had a full
understanding of the article.
No wonder she felt something was wrong with her trantion. She didn''t understand a few sentences.
Wesley''s exnation helped her out a lot. Her excitement was beyond words. She had spent almost an
hour trying to understand the logic of this paragraph, but Wesley figured it out in just a few minutes.
Besides, he had even shared some shortcuts to trante German into Chinese. ir stared at Wesley
with gratitude. "Thank you so much, Colonel Li! You saved my life again."
''Saved your life?'' Wesley was stunned by her exaggeration. Surely this couldn''t be a matter of life and
death.
ir lowered her head and began taking notes. Wesley walked around the desk and stood next to her.
Under the light of the deskmp, Wesley was like a parent helping his child with homework. Whenever
he saw a mistake, he pointed it out and made sure she corrected it.
A half hourter, ir finally finished tranting all the documents. She stretched as she asked
casually, "So what othernguages do you know?"
As she began to clear the desk, he replied, "English, French, German, Korean, Russian, Spanish and
Arabic. But I''ve only earned high-level certificates for English, French and German. As for the rest, I
know enough to get by."
ir marveled and suggested, "If you retire from the military one day, you should be a high caliber
trantor for the government or some multinational corporation. You could earn a fortune."
''He''s a friggin'' genius. He knows martial arts and eightnguages. There''s nothing he can''t do, '' she
marveled in her mind.
Wesley gave her a long look. "I''m not nning on retiring anytime soon." Or anytimeter, for that
matter. He was dedicated to his career.
Seeing his serious look, ir shut her mouth.
They went back to their own bedrooms. It was then that ir noticed a message from Joslyn. She''d
sent it an hour ago. "Bless, your cousin booked a room for me. Room 616 at Orchid Private Club. 7
p.m. tomorrow. Be there or be square."