Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 136

In following two days, everything seemed to go smoothly.

Wendy returned to her desk with some documents. She took out her phone from the drawer and looked at it. There were two missed calls, which were from the same person.

She thought for a moment and did not call back. Instead, she edited a text message: What's the matter?

As soon as she sent it out successfully, she received a call.

Wendy's phone vibrated and made her fingers numb. She quickly picked it up,"... Hello?"

"Are you at work?" Charlie's calm voice sounded.

"Well, I've just finished a meeting..."

"I'm reading some documents."

"Oh..."

Wendy bit her lips. She didn't understand why he called. It seemed that he didn't have anything important to say.

Charlie continued speaking, "I'll go home after work. What about you?"

"I'm going to attend a business dinner with my leader."

"With the Supervisor Chan in your department?" "Where are you going?"

Wendy told him the address, and he didn't make any comments, but said, "I'm going to hang up. I have a video conference."

After that, he hung up.

Wendy looked at the phone screen and became speechless. She still didn't understand why he called. Such kind of phone call often happened between lovers, and the purpose was to know each other's whereabouts...

As she put the phone back in the drawer, a colleague came over and gossiped, "Wendy, your boyfriend?"

"No!" Wendy shook her head.

"I don't believe you. You talked so softly and gently. If he was not your boyfriend now, he should become yours soon!" The colleague curled her lips.

Wendy was embarrassed and helpless, "He's not..."

The colleague still didn't believe Wendy and went back to her seat to continue working. The colleague couldn't help looking at her face in the mirror and shook her head.

After work in the evening, Wendy packed up her bag and went directly to the dinner with supervisor.

Just as before, she was in charge of pouring wine to others. When she finished a round, she felt the vibration and said, "Supervisor, it seems that you have a call!"

"Oh, really?" The supervisor, who raised his glass, took out his phone from his coat.

In a near distance, Wendy vaguely saw "Mr. Hogg" on the screen of his phone, and she was not quite sure.

The supervisor apologized to others on the table and walked to the window to pick up the phone. It seemed that he looked back at Wendy for several times.

The supervisor finished the call and came back, after a while, he went to the bathroom. When he came back, he was in a painful look.

Wendy hurriedly closed to him and asked, "Are you all right?"

"Not so good." The supervisor shook his head, frowned, and said in a serious tone, "Wendy, I have gastritis and can't drink more. You may need to help me later!"

Wendy bit her lips and looked at the dinner table.

People sitting around the table were all important government leaders. They were powerful, and their words counted. Wendy couldn't offend any one. After hesitating for a while, she had to nod.

During the dinner, endless glasses that filled with wine were put before Wendy.

At last, she couldn't remember how many glasses she had finished. She only knew that when she sat down, she had to hold the table, and the dishes on the table were circling.

She didn't know how long this situation would last. She felt the supervisor pat her on her shoulder and vaguely heard him saying, "Wendy, it ends!" "... end?" Wendy was in a daze and then breathed a sigh of relief. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

The cold wind blew in the late autumn night in the north. When they walked out of the restaurant, the wind blew in. Wendy felt not only cold, but also the dizziness that the wine brought to her. She tried her best to suppress the dizziness, but failed.

She forced herself to keep sober and send the leaders away. Then, she vaguely saw a white Land Rover.

At first, she didn't pay much attention to it until a tall figure got closer to her. When she saw the man clearly, Wendy was surprised. "Er... Why are you here?"

"Just pass by." Charlie replied in a low voice.

Wendy was confused. What a coincidence!

Charlie opened the door of passenger's seat and said to her, "Let's go. I'll take you home."

Wendy looked back and found that the supervisor had gone. She nodded and answered, "Okay..."

The Land Rover was running steadily in the night. The speed was not very fast.

After Wendy got in the car, she leaned against the car door and put one hand between her eyebrows. She rubbed there hard as if she wanted to get rid of drunkenness.

Charlie glanced at her and asked, "Did you drink a lot?"

"Yeah..." Wendy nodded honestly.

"Do you feel bad?" Charlie asked again. "I'm okay..." Wendy breathed out the smell of alcohol.

She didn't feel very uncomfortable in stomach, but her head was reeling and the parts near her temples were painful. She did not dare to look out of the window. She felt that the neon was about to fly.

After saying that, she closed her eyes.

When the car stopped, she opened her eyes, recognizing for a while, and then she realized that they arrived home.

Wendy pushed open the door of passenger's seat and stepped on the ground. She felt that she was walking on cotton, and it was hard for her to keep balance.

Suddenly, someone near to her held her.

Wendy raised her head and saw his clearly defined face, and his deep eyes which were dark as the night.

Wendy couldn't keep balance and began to stammer, "Thank you..."

At this time, she became dizzier because of alcohol. She didn't realize that her whole body was leaning on him, which made him more easily to touch her.

Charlie lowered his head and reached out his arm to hold her slender waist.

A dim light flashed in his eyes, and he tightened his arm. His deep voice was blown to her ears, "Can't you stand still? I'll carry you up."

After that, he carried her in his arms.

Wendy felt very dizzy and couldn't see things in front of her clearly. She didn't have the strength to struggle either. In a daze, she leaned against his shoulder and said to him, "Thank you..."

The sensor lights were on when he stepped up the stairs.

Charlie didn't have a break and didn't even perspire. He carried her up steadily.

The alcohol breathed out by Wendy mixed with Charlie's smell, which made Wendy drunker. So, when they reached the top floor, she didn't notice that he brought her to his home.

The door creaked open and then closed.

Wendy fell on a soft bed with back. Driven by alcohol, she only felt the ceiling was spinning.

Subconsciously, she grabbed the shirt on Charlie's chest.

Perhaps she grabbed too hard that two buttons had undone, revealing a large part of his bronze skin, and his chest muscles were vaguely visible.

Charlie raised his eyebrows and pressed her hand on his chest, "What's wrong with you? Get drunk and flirt with me?"