Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 158

The two of them, who were entangled with each other, froze in an instant.

Wendy was the first to react. She almost jumped down from Charlie. When she stood up and straightened her clothes, the small figure had already appeared. Like a little master, the little boy asked with his hands clasped behind his back.

She swallowed and did not dare to look at Charlie.

Because in the corner of her eyes, she saw the expression on Charlie's face had changed rapidly. His eyes narrowed rapidly, and he was staring at the little guy who suddenly interrupted his good time.

"Who is he?"

It was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

Wendy licked the corner of her mouth and reminded him awkwardly, "Well, you've seen him, Felix's son..."

Of course he knew!

Charlie gnashed his teeth and he asked in a deep voice, "Why is he here?"

"Well..." Wendy shrank her shoulders and carefully explained. "Felix took a new task, and their new nanny suddenly fell ill. No one took care of Toby at home, so he asked me to take care of him for the time being..."

After hearing her words, Charlie's face became gloomier. Wendy could feel his displeasure.

For a moment, she didn't know what to do. She opened her mouth, only to hear Toby with his hands clasped behind his back suddenly shouted, "This grandpa is so fierce!"

Grandpa...

The corners of Wendy's mouth twitched.

Although Charlie usually wore black clothes, his sexy facial features were enough to attract thousands of women. There was a mature look between his eyebrows, but no trace of vicissitudes showed on his face.

Moreover, according to his age, he was six years younger than Felix...

Wendy looked at Charlie silently, and sure enough, he had already narrowed his eyes.

"Er, Toby, he's an uncle!" She corrected him hurriedly.

"Okay!" Toby shrugged his shoulders and curled his lip. "Uncle, why are you so fierce when you come to other's house to be a guest?"

"Toby, can you help me go to the kitchen to have a look if the juice is ready?"

"Okay!"

Seeing Toby ran into the kitchen, Wendy rushed to Charlie and said with embarrassment, "Charlie, you shouldn't be angry with a child, right? Fle's just a kid!"

"Did you do it on purpose?" Charlie's face darkened.

"Of course not..." Wendy felt wronged and looked at him innocently. "Sorry, I didn't expect that Felix would send him here. It happened so suddenly that I couldn't refuse him. Besides, it didn't influence anything..."

"It didn't influence anything?" Charlie was angry.

"Er..." Wendy suddenly felt embarrassed.

Seeing his poker face, she knew she was in the wrong, so she took the initiative to say, "Charlie, you must be very tired after you got off the plane. Go in and take a seat, or you can lie on my bed for a while?"

Until he entered the bedroom, Charlie's face was still not relieved.

Wendy took the coat and suit that he took off, hung them on the hanger, and helped him put the pillow flat.

Charlie didn't intend to lie down. He leaned on it, with his long legs crossed and arms crossed in front of his chest. Compared with the little boy, Toby, outside, Charlie was more like a naughty kid. His face seemed to be written with the words "I'm not happy".

"Would you like to read a book for a while?" Wendy tried to distract him.

Charlie glanced aside and picked up the book that was placed on the bedside in a daze. "Is it German translation?"

"Yes." Wendy nodded.

"You know German?" Charlie raised his eyebrows.

"Er, I'm not really good at it. I just know a little bit!" Wendy touched her long hair and explained, "This is a book left by my mother." Hearing her last sentence, Charlie slowed down his movement.

Seeing this, Wendy felt warm in her heart.

At this time, the little boy's footsteps sounded again, and then, a little head poked out of the door.

"Is the juice ready?"

"Yes!" Toby nodded.

"Okay, I'll come right away!" Wendy also nodded. Looking at Charlie, she couldn't help but say, "Charlie, what do you want to drink? I've made some fruit juice for Toby... How about a cup of coffee?"

Seeing that his face became gloomier after hearing the word 'juice', she quickly changed her words.

They two had already gotten along for a period of time, so Wendy knew quite well about some of his living habits. It seemed that he didn't like to drink tea very much. Even in some official occasion, he would not drink much tea. But he often drank coffee, especially black coffee.

Seeing that he had no objection, Wendy hurried to the kitchen.

It took her sometime. When Wendy came back with a tray, the little boy and the mature man in the room were staring at each other, and there seemed to have an invisible smoke of gunpowder.

"Toby, here's your juice."

Wendy walked over, handed the glass to Toby, and then handed the porcelain cup to Charlie on the bed. "Uh, your coffee!"

"Wow!" Toby sitting in the chair shook his dangling legs with a cup in his hand. "The juice is so delicious. Wendy, you're amazing! It's even more delicious than I've drunk in the restaurant outside!"

"Flatterer." Charlie snorted.

Wendy was embarrassed. When she saw that Charlie didn't drink coffee, she couldn't help persuading, "Charlie, have a taste?"

Charlie reluctantly picked it up and took a sip.

"It's not instant coffee?" He was slightly surprised.

"Right!" Wendy nodded and explained, "I just made it, it's fresh ground. How is it? Is it tasty?"

"It tastes good, and it's very special. How did you cook it?" Charlie took another sip and tasted it carefully.

"Uh, just the normal way of making coffee, but when I put the filter paper, I first washed it with hot water, removed the smell of the paper, and then put the coffee that has been ground! Besides, the coffee beans can't be ground too much, otherwise it will be very bitter, Then I boiled it with the filter water..." Wendy paused, "As for what you said is special, it should be the taste of malt. I didn't add any milk or sugar, I added a little maltose into it!"

Charlie listened in silence, rubbing his cup with his fingers.

The aroma of coffee came out from time to time. When she was explaining the process, her eyes were bright. It could be seen that she had cooked it many times, as skillful as cooking.

"I don't know that you're also good at making coffee." Charlie raised his eyebrows slightly. "Have you learned it?"

"No, my mother taught me!" Wendy shook her head.

Charlie was stunned. He didn't expect this.

The German translation book in his hand and the coffee reminded him of the photo he had seen on the tombstone.

Toby listened to them for a long time and could not help jumping down from the chair. "Is it really delicious? Let me have a try!"

As he spoke, he had already walked over to the coffee cup. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

However, before he could touch it, Charlie raised his head and drank it all. In the end, he turned his wrist and showed the empty cup.

Toby was dumbfounded.

Wendy,"..."