Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 129

So, you should leave now.

"Yes," Charlie answered calmly.

As if he had understood her meaning, he got up from the dining chair and walked to the door.

Wendy followed him silently. When he was about to reach the door, Charlie suddenly stopped.

She didn't have time to react. She stumbled back a few steps and was about to fall down.

A strong arm held her waist, and she circled in the air and then fell into his arms. A similar scene could be often seen in movies.

Wendy slightly moved.

He didn't let her go, and his well-defined face was approaching her...

Closer and closer...

Wendy stuttered because of nervousness, "You, you..."

When they were only an inch away from each other, Charlie finally stopped and blew his breathing to her eyes, "I forgot to say good night to you."

"..." Wendy felt that she must look stupid at this time.

Charlie swallowed and said, "Good night!"

Then, he withdrew his arm from her waist. Wendy swallowed and replied,"... Good night." It was not until the door was locked that she was still a little dizzy.

Wendy was not in the mood to watch TV anymore. She took a quick shower, lay on the bed, and closed her eyes, but soon she opened eyes again. In fact, she still couldn't believe that Charlie had been her neighbor...

Although he was living in the opposite house, she seemed to hear him walking on the floor.

Wendy turned over and over again. It was a sleepless night.

The next morning, Wendy came to the company in a low spirit.

As soon as she sat down, a colleague next to her asked her with concern, "Wendy, are you all right?"

"Yes, I'm okay..." Wendy nodded her head but still couldn't cheer up.

"Are you sure?" The colleague pointed to her eyes and added, "You have dark circles. Did you play games all night?"

She was exhausted last night.

As long as she closed her eyes, she could hear his footsteps. When his footsteps disappeared, it came his breathing...

At two or three o'clock in the morning, she fell asleep in a daze, only to find that he was in her dream...

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Wendy nodded and said, "Well, that's right. I played games..."

After drinking two cups of coffee, she felt much better. When she took a copy of the documents back to her desk, the supervisor came over and asked, "Wendy, come with me to the Hogg's

Group!"

Wendy immediately put down the documents, packed up, and went out with him.

They waited for more than ten minutes in the conference room. Then, Charlie came in in a hurry, followed by Farr. It seemed that they had just come back from outside.

They opened the documents and started the meeting.

As usual, Charlie listened to the supervisor with a serious face. He occasionally frowned and spoke a few words.

At this moment, he clicked on the paper with a pen in his hand, then he clenched his fist and put it near his lips, and coughed twice with his head tilted.

"Sorry!"

The supervisor asked, "Mr. Hogg, are you feel unwell?"

Wendy couldn't help looking at him. He looked a little pale and weak.

Charlie shook his head and said, "I'm fine. I may catch a cold."

"It's getting cool these days. Keep warm!"

"Okay."

Charlie responded calmly and continued the meeting with a serious look. After leaving Hogg's Group, they went back to the company. In the evening, she was told to work overtime for two hours. When she got home by bus, it was getting dark.

Wendy called grandma. She was very happy to hear grandma's voice.

When she hung up, she just arrived downstairs of her home.

The white Land Rover with five-eight on the plates was parked there. It seemed that Charlie had come back.

His car was just like him, which was incompatible with everything here.

Wendy had already accepted the fact that Charlie had moved here. However, there was not a parking lot or a garage. His luxury car was just parked there, and he didn't worry about it might be scratched...

When she entered the door of her home, she took a look at the opposite side.

After dinner, Wendy came out of the bathroom and heard the phone ringing.

It was "Charlie" on the screen.

Wendy looked at the door, hesitated for a while, and picked up,"... Hello?"

"Charlie?"

There was no sound on the line for a long time, and she asked again.

A few seconds later, she heard a hoarse male voice, "Do you have medicine at home?"

Wendy thought that he coughed in the conference room when they were having a meeting in Hogg's Group.

"Did you catch a serious cold?"

"Well, it seems so," Charlie answered slowly. After a pause, he continued, "I may have a fever and I feel pain in my throat."

Wendy walked quickly to the bedside, took out a med kit under the bed, opened it, and said to him, "I have some anti-fever medicines. Can you come to fetch it?"

"Sorry, I can't move. Can you send some to me?"

"Okay." Wendy heard his weak voice and agreed without hesitation.

After quickly drying her hair with a hairdryer, she changed clothes and went to the opposite house with medicines and key.

She knocked on the door two or three times, the door was opened.

Charlie stood inside in a pair of slippers. He didn't take off his suit jacket, and his tie was a little messy. He looked very pale, especially his eyes were dull, which made him look like a patient.

Wendy said to him, "I bring you some medicines!"

"Okay." Charlie nodded and took out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet.

Wendy was stunned because it was a pair of pink women's slippers, which were the same as those in his home in the high-end residential area.

Charlie had already turned around and walked in. She lowered her head and changed her shoes quickly, "Two white pills, one yellow and one red!" "Have you eaten anything tonight?"

Wendy couldn't help asking.

"I don't have an appetite," Charlie answered. He finally spoke a complete sentence.

He only spoke a few words, but his voice was hoarser than before.

"You can't take the medicines when your stomach is empty!" Wendy stopped him, put down the pills, frowned, and added, "Well, I'll make you some porridge. You can take them after eating!"

"Okay." Charlie nodded.

He put down the glass, turned around, and walked into the bedroom. Then he kicked off his slippers like a child and lay on the bed.

Wendy took a look at him and then ran back home to bring some rice. She put a small pot on the stove and started to cook porridge.

She cooked fast. When she found the porridge became sticky, she filled a bowl with the porridge.

When she entered the bedroom, Charlie seemed to have just finished a phone call, and he was leaning against the bed.

"Porridge is ready. Try it!"

Wendy handed the porridge to him and put a spoon into the bowl.

Charlie took it over, but he didn't eat immediately. Instead, he gazed at her and said, "Wendy, you care about me."