Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 229

In the night, the white Land Rover was stopped in front of an old residential building.

On the way back, Charlie did not say anything. He looked straight ahead with his deep eyes and tightly held the steering wheel with both hands. Wendy could feel that the muscles of his arms hidden in the sleeves of his suit were tightening.

There was no need to ask more. Wendy could guess a few.

Gilbert asked Charlie and Madge to go upstairs to the study. They must be talking about Charlie and Madge's marriage.

She unbuckled the seat belt and gently put her hand on Charlie's hand.

As expected, his hands were terribly stiff that she couldn't help clenching it tightly.

Charlie felt the warm then looking at Wendy with his deep and dark eyes. He held her hand and kissed it. Then he pulled out the car key and carried her into the building.

When they got home, Wendy went to the kitchen to pour a glass of hot water. "Charlie, have some water..."

"Okay." Charlie didn't want to drink it, but he still picked it up and took a sip.

Wendy sat next to him, watched him bow his head and take out the cigarette case, and asked softly with hesitation, "Did you have a fight with your father again?"

Charlie paused when he lit his cigarette.

"Mmm." He pulled his lips and did not deny it. When the smoke was spit out, he squinted at her and lazily said, "I've got familiar with it."

"..." Wendy burst into laughter.

Knowing that he didn't want to talk about this topic, she changed the subjest and asked, "Uh, why didn't you tell me about your relationship with Ewan?"

"Why didn't you tell me about my father's visit to you?" Charlie asked calmly.

"..." Well, she always couldn't beat him.

Charlie answered her, "First, I'm lazy. Second, it's unnecessary."

Hearing his words, Wendy nodded, that did sound like him.

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Seeing her in a daze, Charlie asked.

Wendy looked up at him and said honestly, "I still can't believe it..."

"My mother passed away when I was born, and my father was depressed and lonely. He went to the hospital for a long time. Aunt Ella was his nurse. As time went by, one bereaved and lonely, the other sympathetic and adoring, the two grew attached."

Wendy nodded and felt a little guilty.

Why did it sound like what she felt for Felix in those days? She was also attracted by Felix's loneliness when he lost his wife and took his son with him...

She was afraid that he would see through her, so she continued to ask, "And then?"

"After that, they fell apart for some reason. I didn't know and didn't want to know the details. That's what my aunt told me later." Charlie took half of the cigarette and put it in the astray. "More than a

year ago, my father found Aunt Ella and married her, and took her back with Ewan."

"Well..." Wendy nodded again.

Although he was calm and didn't care about it, she couldn't help worrying about him.

Charlie grabbed her hand and said, "I'm not full at night. Wendy, make me a bowl of noodles."

"Okay..." Wendy replied meekly.

In fact, she was not full either. Under the atmosphere of Hogg's Mansion, she even didn't know what she was eating. It seemed that she was not the only one that felt that way.

Wendy boiled noodles in the kitchen and divided them into two bowls. There's only one egg left in the refrigerator, so Wendy split the eggs in half with chopsticks and put it into two bowls. After they took the hot soup, they could feel their stomachs warming up.

After taking a shower, Charlie lifted the quilt and reached out to hold her in his arms.

"Are you still on your period?"

Wendy nodded shyly. "Well, not anymore..."

Charlie raised his eyebrows. At the same time when he turned off the lights, his strong body turned over and on top of her.

In the darkness, the lingering kiss fell heavily, and both of them kept silent.

The sound of the pajamas being unbuttoned was especially clear.

Wendy swallowed her saliva and felt hot everywhere. Her hands were on his shoulders and she had been pushed into a hot vortex.

"Buzz-"

There was a vibration of the mobile phone.

It was placed beside the pillow, so they couldn't ignore it. Charlie stretched his arm to pick it up, and the light on the screen shone between his eyebrows.

Wendy gasped and asked, "Who's that?"

"It's my aunt." Charlie replied.

Seeing that he had no intention of picking it up for a long time, she could not help but blink. "Uh, you don't want to pick it up?"

"Maybe it's another harassing phone call!" Charlie snorted.

Donna's harassment over and over again in Lim City was still scary, and he was not willing to take it.

Wendy also thought of it, but she was more afraid that Donna would smash the door like the last time, so she still persuaded him. "Charlie, you'd better take it. What if something happens..."

"Fine." Charlie pursed his lips reluctantly. He kissed her fluttering eyelashes and left her for the time being.

The call didn't last long. Under the dim moonlight outside the curtain, Wendy saw him put down his mobile phone, but he didn't move for a long time.

"...Charlie?"

She couldn't help but sit up and called him in confusion.

It seemed that Charlie hadn't come back to earth yet. He turned his face to her mechanically, and his deep eyes were filled with a layer of panic gray. He said, "Auntie said that my father was in a coma and was just taken away by 911."

Oh my god...

Wendy covered her mouth in shock.

The next second, Charlie suddenly stood up and picked up the trousers and shirts on the ground to put them on. Even in such a sudden situation, he still pretended to be calm. The socks were neatly dressed, but the slight tremor in his voice still revealed his tension. "Wendy, I have to go to the hospital to see my dad right now. You go to sleep first, don't wait for me!"

"Yes, I know!" Wendy nodded in a hurry.

Charlie grabbed his phone and strode out of the bedroom.

"Charlie, drive slowly..."

It was the sound of fading footsteps and a final door slamming that responded to her.

After Charlie left, Wendy couldn't sleep. She was lying on the bed tossing and turning and worried about Charlie's father. She held her mobile phone, but didn't dare to call Charlie. She was afraid that she would make more trouble, so all she could do was wait.

She fell asleep in a daze until three o'clock in the morning.

In the dream, she smelled a faint smell of smoke.

She slowly opened her eyes and found that it's dawn outside. With a slight turn of her eyes, she found Charlie sitting at the end of the bed.

She didn't know when he came back. He bent his back slightly, and his resolute face was hanging low. He put his elbows on his knees and held a lit cigarette. The white smoke swirled around him as he vomited deeply.

Wendy hurriedly sat up and reached out her hand to touch him from behind. The muscles on his body were horribly stiff.

Wendy didn't know how long he's been in this position. There were countless cigarette butts in the ashtray beside his feet.

"Charlie, you're back?"

Hearing the sound, Charlie turned to look at her and said, "Did I wake you up?"

"No, I'm done sleeping..." Wendy shook her head and asked eagerly, "Is your father all right?"