Chapter 622 Can I
Wesley recollected thest time when ir had gotten drunk. She had been so stubborn that he had to
do everything she said. He had even slept in her bed as she had requested.
When it was past 10 in the night, Wesley thought it was prettyte, so he dered that the dinner was
over.
He escorted ir as they walked towards his car. The soldiers came to the parking lot with them too.
"ir and I are not a couple. Don''t talk about us like that again. If she has a boyfriend one day, he
might misunderstand," Wesley advised them.
Hearing Wesley deny his rtionship with ir, the young men looked at each other, quite surprised.
Making use of the opportunity, someone quietly asked, "Chief, since you and ir are not a couple, can
I chase her? She is so pretty."
Wesley rolled his eyes at him. "Only when you can do push-ups well enough."
The young soldier was frustrated by the condition kept before him. ''I''m a newbie. But I''m already able
to do it correctly. I''m just not fast enough. Why is Chief so hard on me?'' he grumbled to himself.
Another soldier mustered up his courage and asked, "Chief, I can do push-ups fast enough. So, can I
try my luck with ir?"
"You''re too honest and docile. She will bully you," Wesley replied thoughtfully. On the outside, ir
looked tender like amb, while on the inside, she was lively with various mischievous ideas. That was
why she topped his list of the most troublesome people.
Two down.
Talbot was pushed outside the crowd. He suddenly was face to face with Wesley. He had no choice but
to ask, "Chief, I like ir too. I''m good at martial arts, and I''m well-built. I''ve passed all the tests on the
base. Can I?"
Wesley nced at him. "No!"
"Why not?" Talbot asked in curiosity.
"She speaks English, German and Arabic, besides Chinese. But you don''t. You two will have trouble
Talbot was left speechless. He felt Wesley was like a strict father testing and picking out a perfect son-
inw. Three down.
Lenard decided to give it a try too. He grinned proudly as he spoke. "Chief, I''m good at English. And I''m
willing to learn German and Arabic. Can I give it a shot?"
"Hmm. Well, she likes drinking milk which you''re allergic to. I wonder how things will work out between
the two of you," Wesley observed calmly.
Lenard said nothing more after that.
Finally everyone''s hopes had died down. Wesley opened the door and sat in the driver''s seat. ir was
busy reading the messages one of her former colleagues had sent her. She told her that after she quit
and left, some people who imed to be Percy''s wife''s family, came to the office of Jin Group. They
beat the crap out of Filberta while Percy was busy dealing with the people from the fire department.
Before leaving they threatened Filberta that Percy''s wife woulde home the next day and she would
kill the bitch then.
Frightened to the core, Filberta left the office earlier than usual. The other employees assumed that she
might be too scared toe to work the next day.
No sooner had Wesley started the engine than Megan called. The car GPS disyed her name. ir
didn''t utter a word. She put her phone away, rested her head on the back of the seat and looked out
the window.
The ringing stopped after two rings. ir thought Wesley took the call. But there was silence in the car.
He wasn''t speaking. She turned her head curiously. The car GPS window showed that the call had
ended.
A momentter, his phone rang again. This time, she knew why. Wesley hung up on Megan.
ir felt relieved and happy. "Why did you hang up?" she asked.
"I''ll call her backter." He knew that if he took Megan''s call at that moment, ir would get mad again.
So he decided not to answer Megan''s call in ir''s presence.
"Maybe you should answer it. She has called you twice. What if something has happened? Or maybe
there is some emergency," ir said.
Wesley looked at her and said, "If you say so, then I''ll answer it."
"O...okay," she stammered. The moment he uttered those words, the happiness in her heart vanished.
Wesley smiled. "I changed my mind," he said. "I''m afraid if I take Megan''s call, someone will throw a
tantrum and insist on moving out again."
ir realized that he was making fun of her.
Flushing with embarrassment and anger, she grabbed his arm tight. "If you ridicule me again, I''ll pinch
you hard," she threatened. In fact, he was wearing thick clothes, and her pinches wouldn''t hurt that
much. So her threat didn''t have the effect she had expected.
"I think I know what kind of boyfriend you should have."
A boyfriend? That wasn''t something she wanted to hear about, especially from him. She only wanted
him. Still, she asked, "What kind?"
"You need someone tough. The kind that can endure pain, enormous pain," he teased. She would raise
her hand at Wesley whenever he said something wrong, hitting him and pinching him. He was afraid
that if her future boyfriend wasn''t tough enough, he wouldn''t be able to bear it.
ir withdrew her hand, pouting. "You sound like Hartwell when ites to me choosing a boyfriend.
Strict and demanding." There was sarcasm in her tone.
The smile on Wesley''s face faded. "You think it shouldn''t concern me?"
ir snorted, "It hardly seems to matter what I think. Tell me, will you butt out if I say so?"
"No! I''m a man of my word," he said immediately in a stern and authoritative voice. He had already told
her that he was responsible for her until she found a reliable boyfriend. Till that time, he would take
care of her.
ir suddenly became upset. Her mood had been changing all night, swinging like a pendulum.
Happiness, thrill, excitement, gratitude, gloom, annoyance, anger. She had experienced it all in the
span of one night.
She tried to change the subject. "So, what do you n to do tomorrow?"
"What''s your n?" he asked, instead of answering her question.
"I''m out of job now. At first, I nned to sleep for two days before I begin my quest for a new job. But
now that you have some days off, I want to have some fun with you." She liked him. She didn''t want to
conceal her feelings for him.
"Any particr ce where you want to go?"
"I''m thinking about Happy Valley. Actually, I want to ride a roller coaster, but I''m too afraid to do it on my
own. I feel that if you''re with me, I might be able to do it." ir always felt that as long as Wesley was
by her side, she could do anything. All the fears and inhibitions would go away when he was with her.
''What? Aren''t amusement parks like Happy Valley for children? Will I have to do these childish things
with her?'' he thought with a frown on his face.
Noticing his silence and frowning face, ir reasoned out, "If you don''t want to go with me, it''s fine. I''m
not so eager to go anyway. Do whatever you want. I''ll just stay at home, sleeping in the daytime and
looking for a job at night." Her voice suddenly turned low and sad.
''Here we go. Another trick of hers.'' Wesley sighed. "Okay. I''ll just take Megan to Happy Valley tomorrow
then. Enjoy your sleep."
''Take Megan to Happy Valley?'' ir thought she heard it wrong. She looked at him in disbelief, too
mad to utter a word.
Wesley, though, was stone-faced. There was no trace of sarcasm or teasing. He seemed extremely
serious about his n. Just then, they reached the parking lot.
He got out of the car once it rolled to a halt, and came to her side. As if not sensing her mood at all, he
unbuckled her seat belt and was going to carry her out of the car as usual.
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"No!" she rebuffed angrily. "I can jump. You don''t need to be so concerned."
Wesley stared at her for a few seconds and then asked, "Did I ever say that I don''t want to go with
you?"
"You didn''t, but you didn''t say you wanted to either." Back then, she had given him a few seconds to
think about it, but he didn''t reply.