Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 67

Wendy observed his expression and asked tentatively, "How about this... Is this okay?"

If she was required to say something more, she would really be at her wit's end.

Fortunately, Charlie did not ask her to continue. Instead, he blew out some smoke, stretched out his hand to hold the back of her head and pushed her forward.

Wendy subconsciously closed her eyes, and then she felt his tongue.

A deep kiss ended.

Charlie's deep black eyes were so close to her, and there were some lights sparkled in them. His words were like a spell, "Remember, you are mine!"

Wendy nodded under his gaze.

"Cook for me!" Charlie let go of her.

"OK..." She was obedient.

Wendy watched him swaggering away. The handmade suit fitted him well, and he looked great. Only his back was enough to show the charm that a successful businessman should have.

Thinking of his behaviors just now, Wendy bit her lips.

Was he the boss who had controlled a big company?

He acted like a little boy... After dinner, Charlie was smoking on the sofa. There was still the boring financial news on the TV.

When Wendy finished cleaning up and came out of the kitchen, she saw him pointing at the armrest of a sofa with the hand holding a cigarette, "Your phone keeps vibrating."

"Oh!" She walked over.

Her phone indeed vibrated in her bag.

Wendy worried that she would disturb Charlie who was watching TV, so she deliberately walked away with her phone, "Hello?"

"Wennie, it's me."

A bolt of lightning flashed across Wendy's head.

She couldn't be wrong. Only that man would call her like that..."

She opened her mouth, but only to find that it was difficult to breathe.

The thoughts of that man spewed up like a spring. The feeling was so strong that almost engulfed her. Only by clenching her hands tightly could she have the courage to listen to him.

She didn't make any response for a long time. The man on the phone became a little nervous, "Wennie, can you hear me?"

Wendy hung up the phone in a hurry.

Wendy was so shocked that she was staggering on the floor.

Even if she had hung up, but the voice of that man seemed to still be lingering in her ear. Wendy held her cell phone tightly and turned around. She didn't know when Charlie was standing behind her.

He has a huge shadow under the light, which overshadowed her.

"Who is calling?" Charlie frowned.

Wendy lowered her eyes and said, "An insurance salesman..." From NôvelDrama.Org.

Charlie didn't say anything. He just glanced at her mobile phone, then leaned over and lift her into his arms.

Wendy did not make a low sound as usual, and she did not even struggle. She still half-closed her eyes, and her eyelashes cast two shadows, hiding the real emotions in her eyes.

Having no time to take a shower, Charlie entered the bedroom and went to bed directly.

They made some faint rustles. He reminded her in her ear, "Stay focused!"

Wendy seemed to hear nothing and buried her face in the pillow.

When he tore open the package of a condom with his teeth, the only thing she did was to hold her cell phone tightly.

In the midnight, Wendy opened her eyes.

She could smell their sweat mixed with hormones. She glanced at Charlie who fell asleep, lifted the quilt, and moved aside carefully until her feet touched the floor.

Wendy had bare feet and curled up in the lounge chair by the window. In the darkness, the phone screen that suddenly lit up was very dazzling.

She squinted and got used to the light. She found the number that called her this evening. Even if she did not put a name on the number, she knew who was that because she had repeated the number lots of times in her mind.

She couldn't believe that he did not change his number...

The memories about that man emerged in her mind. It was at the entrance of a meandering alley. That man, who was twelve years older than her, was wearing a black leather coat. When he didn't smile, he looked dignified and cold; while he smiled, he was quite charming. He held a suitcase in one hand and touched her head with the other hand, "Wennie, leave with me. Let's go to America."

Wendy's eyes suddenly turned red and moist.

There was a rustling sound. However, she submerges himself in her memories and didn't hear it until she felt a hot breath closing to her. She looked up and saw Charlie, who was also barefoot, standing in front of her.

He just turned over and found that she was not on the bed.

He thought she was in the toilet, but he didn't hear anything for a long time. When he sat up, he found that she curled up in the lounge chair like a little dog, and the light from her phone screen reflected on her face, which made her looked like a ghost.

Charlie asked her, "Do you have a nightmare?"

She didn't reply, so he leaned over and got closer, only to find that her face was wet with tears.

"Why do you cry?"

Charlie frowned.

This was the second time she had cried. The inexplicable sense of frustration emerged in his heart again.

Charlie reached out his hand to her, trying to wipe away her tears. However, before he could touch her, she had to shrink back to avoid him.

He frowned deeper and lay on the lounge chair with her. His body was over on hers, and he unbuttoned her pajamas, "If a woman is crying, the best way to comfort her is to make love to her!"

The next morning, Wendy was in low spirits.

The black Bentley had been parked downstairs for a long time. Farr opened the car door for them, and she followed Charlie to sit on the backseat.

Wendy looked at the street view passing by through the window and felt a little dizzy. But now, she had no time to think too much, because grandma would have an operation in the coming days.

Even though she did not look back, she could still feel that the man next to her was staring at her.

His eyes were so penetrating as if they could pass through her body. Wendy could not stand up anymore. She slowly turned around and met Charlie's deep eyes.

"You haven't answered me yet. Why did you cry last night?" When they got up this morning, Charlie had asked her the same question.

She didn’t answer him at that time and took to cook noodles downstairs as an excuse to escape.

He kept staring at her, which locked her in his sight. Wendy told him half- truth, I'm worried about grandma..."

The frown on Charlie's face released a little, "Has the date for the operation been confirmed?"

"Yes, it's in the afternoon of the day after tomorrow." Wendy nodded.

Charlie paused for a moment, then slightly lifted his chin and looked ahead, "Farr, am I available in that day afternoon?"

Farr quickly checked on the iPad after hearing his words, then reported to him, "Mr. Hogg, you have an internal meeting at 9 o'clock in the morning. After that, you need to see two clients. After lunch, we have made an appointment with the CEO of the Legend Company to talk about some cooperation. At 3 o'clock in the afternoon..."

Wendy didn't listen to Farr carefully. She looked out through the window again. When the Bentley stopped before the office building, she got out of the car and left quickly.

On the day of grandma's operation, Wendy took a day off.

She sat on a bench in the corridor outside, staring at the lights in the operating room.

Although Simon, an expert in heart bypass surgery, was doing the operation himself, grandma was in a high risk due to age. She worried a lot.

There was only her shadow on the floor. As time went by, her anxiety and panic increased, and she could only hold her own hand.

Suddenly, a familiar sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor came from far to near.

Wendy looked over subconsciously and saw the tall figure of Charlie.