Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 94

Charlie looked in the direction of his right hand, and found Wendy, who was lying on the bed, was staring at him.

"I don't know why the necklace has lost at his home. He had a fever that night, and we really didn't do anything..." The loose hospital gown made her look thinner and poorer.

She was afraid that he would not believe her, so she added, "It's definitely true!"

Charlie's eyebrows slightly raised, but he still kept a cold expression.

He raised his hand and held her back. He squeezed her hand hard until she felt pain.

"Don't do that again." Charlie snorted, but his expression was a little relaxed.

Then, he bent over and put his fingers into her messy hair. He sighed slightly and said, "A poor woman will always arises a man's desire to protect her. Wendy, you're doing better at that!"

"..." Wendy felt aggrieved in her heart.

However, the weight that was put on her heart for a few days finally disappeared.

The corner of the quilt was suddenly lifted up. Wendy saw that he took off his leather shoes and squeezed onto the small bed.

As soon as she opened her mouth, she was kissed by him. Charlie's breathing was around her, which soon made her collapsed into his arms.

After the kiss, both of them were a little out of breath.

Charlie's hands were still on her face. He suddenly said, "I haven't brushed my teeth since last night."

"..." Wendy's mouth twitched.

"I'm just kidding." Charlie curled his lips.

Wendy didn't know how to react, but after thinking about it carefully, it was she who hadn't brushed her teeth yet...

She raised her eyes and looked into his deep eyes. It seemed that he didn't mind.

"Do you know what I'm thinking now?"

"What?" Wendy answered.

Charlie's eyes suddenly became ambiguous. He put his thin lips close to her ears and said in a mischievous tone, "Sex or make love. Which one do you prefer?"

"..." Wendy's face turned red immediately.

Oh, man!

Under the quilt, one of his hand slipped into her hospital gown.

His hand was moving on her upper body quickly. Wendy was in a panic and hurriedly reminded him, "We're in the hospital now..."

"Shut your mouth!" Charlie tightened his hand and looked up at the infusion stand, "There are two more bags of medicine. We can have a sleep." Wendy's heart beat so fast.

There were nurses walking outside. As long as they looked through the window, you could see what they were doing.

She nervously looked at Charlie, only to find that he had closed his eyes. Except for the hand and one of his legs putting on her, he did not do anything else.

He seemed to be very tired and soon breathed evenly.

Wendy turned her face aside. He didn't shave. Although his clothes were still neat, his sleeves and collar were wrinkled. He must have stayed here for a whole night.

She felt as if he had stuffed some cotton in her heart. She felt so soft in her heart.

After watching him for a long time, Wendy unconsciously fell asleep.

At last, they were woken up by the nurse who came to remove the needle. It was once really embarrassing.

Fortunately, it was in weekends, so she didn't need to worry about work.

After finishing the discharge procedure, Charlie drove her back home.

As soon as she unfastened her seat belt, he directly carried her out of the car and walked into the corridor.

"In fact, I can walk on my own..."

Wendy said in a hurry because her home was on the top floor.

Charlie ignored her and lifted her higher, as if she was as light as an ant in his eyes. He didn't even been a little out of breath.

The afternoon sun shone into the corridor, and their long shadows were cast on the stairs. Wendy remembered he said he wanted to protect her. Whether it was true or not, she really felt that she was being taken care of well at this moment.

When they were about to reach the top floor, there was a noise. It seemed that a lot of people were around the door of her home.

When they arrived at the door, Wendy was a little surprised. In addition to her neighbors, there were two policemen there. One was asking the people, and the other was recording. NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

The door of her home was open, and the door lock was broken.

A hint of unnaturalness flashed in Charlie's eyes, who was holding her. He cleared his throat and said, "Ahem, I was too anxious last night."

Wendy swallowed and recalled that she heard a bang before she lost consciousness last night.

The neighbors immediately came to her when they saw her and said, "Miss Lim, you are finally back. A thief may have entered your house! When I woke up in the morning, I saw your door was opened!"

How could her door be opened? It was obviously kicked open by someone!

Wendy hurriedly got rid of Charlie's arms in a hurry.

"I called you, but your phone had been turned off. I didn't see you back in the morning, so I called the police!" The neighbor continued, "Go and check if there is anything valuable missing!"

"Sorry. It's a misunderstanding..." Wendy was embarrassed.

She explained what had happened to them, the police and the neighbors were relieved. It finally turned out to be a misunderstanding.

After sending all the people away, Wendy saw that Charlie took a new lock from somewhere and tried to put it on the door with two tools.

"You know how to change the lock?" She was surprised.

Charlie glanced at her, took off his suit jacket, and threw it to her, "Do you think I can only sign my name on the documents?"

"... How can I help you?" Wendy blinked her eyes.

"No need." Charlie answered.

About ten minutes later, the new lock had been installed. There was a crisp sound when the door was closed.

Charlie walked in with his sleeves rolled, put the tools on the tea table and moved his neck from side to side.

Wendy, who was next to him, looked at him without blinking. She couldn't believe that he had really changed the lock.

Charlie seemed to understand what she was thinking. He slightly twitched his lips and said, "When I was very young, I was sent to abroad by my father. The private school there was different from other schools. On one in the school would take care of my daily life. Except for cooking, I almost mastered all the living skills, such as fixing the toilet or changing bulbs."

"Why did your father send you to abroad?" Wendy was surprised.

"The reason? Because he didn't like me." Charlie slightly smiled, but it was very ironic.

Hearing this, Wendy couldn't help frowning and added, "How can a father dislike his son..."

She regretted immediately after saying that. Because she remembered that when they were in the countryside, he told it was none of her business.

She crossed the forbidden line again...

She found he frowned and thought he would shout at her. However, Charlie only moved his lips and paused for a while. Then, he continued, "When my mother gave birth to me, she bled heavily and passed away. My father always thought that I was the one who caused my mother's death..."