True Love Waits novel Chapter 609

Blair glared 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.

Blair 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 Blair 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 Blair 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 Blair's bedroom door but then he heard noise from the kitchen.

Blair was making noodles. Hearing him come 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?"

Blair lowered her head to look at her hand in his. She smiled and said, "No. I don't usually eat this late 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 cabinets. 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 the computer, 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 Blair's life hell if given half a chance.

At midnight, someone knocked on the door. Blair 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 her laptop. "Still up?"

"Yeah. I ran into a snag. The paper is in German, and I can't quite get a handle on the translation. 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 Translate on mobile, SDL technology, Reverso Context, Multitran, and various other translation websites and software, but none of them translated it well. There were still some German words that remained untranslated.