Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 130

"... I don't!"

Wendy immediately retorted as if She were a cat whose tail had been trodden on.

She felt uneasy by staring at him and faltered, "You said that the neighbors should help each other!"

"Feed me." Charlie pushed the bowl in his hand to her.

These two words were powerful enough to recall too many memories...

Wendy pursed her lips and said, "If you don't want to eat, then just leave it there!"

"Don't be so mean!" Charlie curled his lips and took back the bowl. He picked up the spoon and began to feed himself. He muttered in a hoarse voice, "I have fed you in the hospital when you ate narcissus and got poisoned!"

"..." Wendy was embarrassed. It seemed that he was true.

Charlie ate two spoons of porridge and frowned, "It's insipid."

"You are sick, so you can only eat insipid food." Wendy felt speechless.

He was so picky even when he was sick! NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Charlie continued to eating and cast a glance at her, "Can you cook a bowl of noodles for me when I recovered?" "Okay..." Wendy nodded because she should show more mercy to a patient.

But why he was so keen on noodles?

He was eating not as fast as eating noodles, but he emptied the bowl. He put the spoon into the bowl and handed it all to her.

Wendy took over the bowl and put it aside. Then, she gave him the pills, "You can take the pills now!"

Charlie followed her words. He sat up, raised his head, and swallowed the pills with water.

Then, he lay on the bed, pulled the quilt over his body, and only exposed his head.

Wendy did not leave immediately. She washed the bowls and chopsticks in the kitchen. She was worried about him, so she deliberately slowed down her movements.

About half an hour later, she got a glass of warm water and walked into the bedroom.

Charlie still maintained the same position as before.

Wendy thought he was asleep. When she put the glass on the bedside table and got up, she found that his eyes were fixed on her.

His eyes were hollow due to illness, and he blinked slowly. However, his black eyes were still as deep as an ancient well.

If someone stared into his eyes, she would never find a way to get out...

Wendy stood up straight and look at him. He was lying on the bed, and his short hair was a little messy, like a nest.

To be honest, he looked funny!

Wendy held back her laughter and found he was unwell. Even when he was tired before, she had never seen him weak like this. He was really sick this time. Logically speaking, the pills should work now...

The more she thought about it, the more she frowned. She couldn't help stretching out her hand to touch his forehead.

"Ah!"

She screamed in her mind and withdrew her hand.

She touched her forehead, only to find out that he had such a high temperature.

He was alright after staying in the rain for such a long time when they were on a business trip in S City, but now he became so weak due to a cold.

Wendy said in a low voice, "Charlie, you have to go to the hospital!"

"No." Charlie refused.

"Do you have a private doctor?" Wendy frowned and continued to ask.

"No." Charlie replied.

Wendy pursed her lips. Rich people should have their private doctors.

After thinking for a while, she asked again, "What about Dr. Chin? Do you want me to call him?"

Dr. Chin was a specialist, so he should be able to make Charlie feel better. Charlie refused again, "He just went back from Yunnan and have a lot of operations to do. Don't bother him."

Wendy couldn't help thinking of her best friend Emily after hearing his words.

What a coincidence! Both of them were traveling to Yunnan...

But at this moment, she had no more time to think too much. She was worried about Charlie. His temperature was higher than hers when she had a fever last time. If he didn't go to the hospital, he could be worse. He might not be able to get up tomorrow.

Charlie asked her suddenly, "Do you have any alcohol at home?"

"No..." Wendy shook her head.

"Then go to the supermarket and buy a bottle." Charlie continued.

Wendy blinked and couldn't help glaring at him, wondering if he was mad due to fever, "You still want to drink since you are so sick?"

"Just do as I told you. Go to buy it." Charlie put his hand on his throat and said in a hoarse voice, "If you can wipe my body with alcohol, my temperature would be lowered."

Wendy looked at him with suspicion but finally nodded under his gaze.

Fifteen minutes later, she came back with a bottle of alcohol.

"Have you bought it?" Wendy shook the bottle of alcohol in her hand and answered, "Of course!"

In fact, she didn't believe him at first, but when she thought of that night when they were trapped in the park, he helped her to bring her down fever with his body, she chose to do as he told...

The most important thing was that she asked a saleswoman in the supermarket, who told her that the method was effective and the body temperature would soon go down. Her little grandson was afraid of injection when he was sick, so she often did that to her grandson.

Little grandson...

But Charlie was an adult and the CEO of a big company...

Charlie took out a pack from the drawer and threw it to her, "Here are some swabs. Put it into the alcohol and wipe my body with it."

"Huh?" Wendy was stunned, "I... I'll do it?"

"I have a fever and can't move any more. You can't count on a patient to lower his own temperature." Charlie answered, gazing at her with his deep eyes.

Under the warm yellow light, he looked a little poor, and there was no arrogance in his words. Instead, he was begging her.

Who said that a weak woman would make a man want to protect her?

It was not absolutely true. A weak man would make a woman want to take care of him...

Wendy compromised under his gaze. She pinched a swab and asked, "Then... what should I do?" "Take off my clothes first."

Charlie was lying there, showing her how to do with his hands.

Take off his clothes?

That's right. If she would wipe his body with alcohol, she needed to take off his clothes first...

Wendy replied in a low voice, "Oh..."

She held her breath, walked two steps forward mechanically, and bent slightly.

She stretched out her hand to him. She untied his tie and undid the shirt button. Then, his nice figure could be seen clearly.

Charlie, like a child, raised his arms and let her take off his shirt and suit jacket.

His strong and tight chest was outlined by the lights, and the waistline seemed to be clearer than before. He was weak and lying there, but he was still deadly sexy, releasing male hormones.

Wendy secretly swallowed and tried to keep calm.

She lowered her head and kept concentrated.

She looked steadily forward and placed his jacket and shirt on the chair beside her. Then, she turned around and became a little nervous. She did not know what to do next.

Before she could say something, Charlie pointed at his waist and said, "And my pants."