Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 241

As soon as Wendy looked up, Charlie fell right on top of her.

His big hand had been accurately clasped at her waist. Wendy reminded him, "Charlie, you'll have to go to the airport later..."

"I know. There's time." Charlie threw away the cigarette and the lighter.

Wendy looked at the sky outside. It's true that if they hurried up, they could still squeeze out about two more hours, and there's a lot of time for them to do something in the bed.

Before she was ready, the sweater on her had been torn apart.

Her chin was cupped up and strong kisses fell, and as the kisses got deeper and deeper, clothes were dropping to the floor in one piece.

The air in the bedroom rose, mixed with her moaning and his heavy breathing.

When Charlie finally finished, Wendy was lying on the bed like a fish caught ashore. Half of her face was buried in the pillow, and her eyelids were red which showed that she's still slow to recover from this passion. And her naked arms were hanging in the air.

The sky outside the window had quietly descended at some point.

In her sight, Charlie was tying the waistband of his trousers.

The smell was still in the air, showing how crazy they were. He didn't waste a second. There's a look of satisfaction all over his face.

It's like he wanted to have sex with her whenever he needed...

However, if he went to America this time, it was hard to say how long it would take. The two of them would not be able to do this kind of thing for a period of time. She wanted to satisfy him deep down in her heart, and she was also very eager for it.

After Charlie tied the button of his shirt, he bent his legs in front of her as he did before.

He grabbed her arm hanging on the edge of the bed and kissed her in the palm, then said in a reluctant tone, "Wendy, you can go with me!"

"Forget it..." Wendy shook her head. "I can't help you with the trouble at Auntie's. I don't want to cause you any more trouble."

"Fine." Charlie nodded in deep thought.

He was not afraid that she would cause more trouble. It was just that he went to New York this time mainly to help Donna get through this crisis, so he had no time left to care for her.

The phone rang, and the screen showed Farr. Charlie picked it up and said in a low voice, "Well, I know. I'll be right down."

"Farr is downstairs."

After hanging up, he lowered his head and said, "You stay in bed. I'll go downstairs directly." Wendy did not insist, mostly because it took too much energy of her. He was too passionate. She then gently let go of her hand, which was wrapped around by him. "Well, then you should go..."

Charlie picked up the suitcase, but he didn't move immediately.

After two seconds of silence, he turned around and walked back to her. He frowned and said, "If my dad wants to meet you alone, you can't go. Do you understand?"

"..." Why would his father want to meet her?

There was an undisguised worry in those deep, restrained eyes. She said softly, "I know."

Charlie nodded. As if he was still worried, he suddenly took out his wallet and pulled out a few checks that didn't fill in the amount.

"What are you doing?" Wendy was dumbfounded.

"Take it!" Charlie put it in her hand. "Just in case, if my dad tries to dump money on you again like he did last time, you'll dump it back on him with money too!"

"..." Wendy was speechless.

Wasn't it still the money of the Hogg family?

"Okay..." Her voice was softer, and she knew that he was thinking for her. She vaguely heard the car's siren downstairs and rushed him. "Charlie, go ahead. Don't let Mr. Chiang wait for you. If you miss the flight, you'll be in trouble!"

Charlie nodded with a deep look in his eyes. "Wendy, take good care of yourself!" "Well, you too..." she said shyly.

As Wendy watched Charlie's tall figure carry his suitcase out of the bedroom, until the sound of the door slamming shut came from the entrance, she withdrew her gaze. She rolled over, they had just parted and she was starting to miss his arms.

After a flight, Charlie arrived the next morning. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

When Charlie's call came, Wendy had just finished the meeting. She felt so sweet when she heard his voice. "You've arrived?"

"Yes, we are now driving to Donna's head office," Charlie answered her. It seemed that there was an English radio voice on the other side of the phone. He asked her, "How was your sleep last night?"

"Good..." Wendy admitted honestly.

She's so tired after last night's passion and fell asleep not long after he left for the airport.

"Heartless woman!" Charlie said in a low voice, and his tone became resentful. "I didn't sleep well on the plane last night. There was a crazy woman who kept wandering in my head, so I couldn't sleep at all."

"I'm not a crazy woman..." Wendy bit her lip.

Even if on the phone, Charlie still had the ability to make her blush with just a few words.

After chatting for a few minutes, Charlie's voice became much more serious. "Wendy, I'm at the company."

Hearing his words, Wendy responded and hung up the phone obediently.

Time flies, it's been five days since Charlie left for America.

During this period, Charlie called Wendy every day, sometimes in the morning and sometimes in the evening. He didn't call her at a set time, but he sounded tired every time. And he had told her that he only slept for three hours for two consecutive nights.

Wendy worried about him, but she couldn't do anything except praying that Donna's company could get through this crisis unscathed.

She knew that this was a tough battle.

But Wendy believed in Charlie that he would definitely help Donna's company out of danger, even she didn't know where that belief came from. Just like how she answered him at that time, she didn't have any doubts but believed it from the bottom of her heart.

On the weekend, she returned home from the supermarket in the afternoon. She opened the door with the key and entered the house. When she put all kinds of stuff into the refrigerator one by one, her phone on the shoe cabinet rang.

Wendy walked over and looked at it. It was the landline number of Grandma's house in the countryside.

She picked it up with a smile and put it in her ear. "Hello, Grandma?"

"Wendy, it's Aunt Emma!"

It was not Grandma's loving voice that sounded there, but a hurried, middle-aged female voice.

Wendy was no stranger to Aunt Emma. Aunt Emma was hired to help take care of grandma since she moved back to the countryside. Sometimes they would talk on the phone about Grandma's health.

"Aunt Emma, how's everything going? How has Grandma been these days?” She asked with a smile.

There was silence on the other side of the line. Just as Wendy was wondering what was going on, Aunt Emma suddenly cried, "Wendy, come back quickly! Something happened to your grandmother!"

Wendy's face turned pale immediately.

Her eyes went black and her phone fell to the ground with a loud sound, and the screen shattering.