Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 83

Felix helped Wendy all the way out of the bar.

When they got outside, the night wind blew to her, and she closed to him more tightly. Her eyes seemed to have closed, and only her eyelashes were trembling. Under the neon lights, there were two unnatural blushes on her face.

He called her name twice. She didn't reply but clenched her hands.

Felix frowned and thought that she was drunk.

He sped up to the parking lot, opened the door of the passenger's seat and carefully put her in. When he was fastening the seat belt for her, he suddenly heard a "bang" of the car's crash.

Felix turned back and found another car crashed to the back of his car.

Then, a handsome young man in a suit got off the Bentley. He looked like an white collar with an apologetic look on his face, "I'm sorry, sir. I accidentally got into your car when I was backing up!"

Felix had to walk over to check the back of his car. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

It wasn't a big deal. The car stopped in time, and it only caused a little bit of paint loss.

After taking photos, Felix walked back to the front but found Wendy, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was gone. Charlie stepped on the accelerator all the way down, and the neon lights on both sides passed quickly.

Wendy, who had been fastened on the seat by seat belt, leaned her head to his shoulder.

He reached out one hand to push her away, but the next second, she approached to him again. She was tightly holding his arm, rubbing her face across his suit, and began to lose her consciousness.

Charlie felt dry in his throat, but he became more furious at the same time.

If he hadn't appeared in the bar at that time, she would have left with Felix!

As long as he was a little bit late, she would do these things to another man. The more he thought about it, the more furious he would be. He gritted his teeth hard.

The phone in her bag vibrated over and over again.

Charlie took it out and saw the "Felix" showing on the screen.

He tapped on the red circle with his long fingers and hung up. He glanced at her and sent a message back.

At this time, Wendy's body was burning, and her mind was in a mess.

She could only rely on her instinct, and half of her body was put on him, which could cool her down a little.

The soft feeling of her body was so obvious. Charlie's hand grasped tightly on the steering wheel, and blue veins stood out on the back of his hand due to the forbearance. After looking around, he drove the car to the hotel located at opposite side.

The Land- Rover stood at the entrance of the hotel. Charlie got out of the car and picked her up by the waist. He threw the key to the doorman and strode inside.

"Beep beep!"

The door was opened and Charlie kicked open the door of the bedroom.

Wendy was thrown onto the bed and then curled up like a shrimp. When he knelt down on her side, she immediately did what she had done in a car. She held his arm tightly and rubbed her face on it.

The blush on her face seemed to be darker.

Just like before, she repeated in a low voice, "Felix, I really feel unwell..."

"Who are you calling?" Charlie asked in a bad tone.

Wendy lowered her eyes as if she didn't hear anything.

Charlie's deep eyes suddenly darkened. He pulled off his tie and punched on her ear side.

He pinched her chin with his thumb and forefinger. The corner of her mouth was a little witched because of him. He was even angrier. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Wendy Lim, who am I!"

Wendy was forced to meet his eyes, but she was still unconscious.

Everything in her eyes was blurred, and she couldn't tell who the man in front of her was. She kept licking her lips, trying to hold his waist with her red hands. "Wendy Lim, I'm asking you who I am!"

Charlie pushed her hand away and asked her the question again.

Wendy's eyelashes trembled as he shook her body. She answered subconsciously, "Charlie..."

Who else could speak in such a domineering tone?

Charlie's tensed lips relaxed a lot when he heard her answer.

At this time, Wendy seemed to have reached her limit. She took the initiative to get into his arms, pulling his shirt with her hands and looking up for his thin lips.

At their first night, she was a greener.

When she broke into his room, she didn't know anything and could do nothing. But now, things were different. She could easily arouse his desire.

Charlie's chest muscles heaved violently as his breathing.

He bit her ear, "Alluring girl!"

There was no peace on the bed for the whole night.

The next morning, Wendy woke up.

She felt sore all over her body, especially her waist and legs. From the corner of her eyes, she could see the bruises on her body.

She slowly sat up, wrapped in the quilt. She looked around blankly, and some scattered pictures of last night gradually came to her mind. This was not the first time she had been in such a situation, and she was familiar to here.

Only the white gauze curtains were closed. A tall figure was standing near the window, who was bathed in warm sunshine.

He wrapped a bath towel around his waist. He got a good shape. Because of the sunlight, she couldn't see clearly. She remembered that she came out of the bar with Felix last night...

Wendy lowered her eyes and said in a muffled voice, "Felix..."

She had put Felix in her heart for many years. She felt lucky because it was Felix who had taken her away. But now, she was with Charlie. If she made love to Felix under this circumstances, she really didn't know how to face Charlie...

"Do you want to die?"

A cold male voice was suddenly came to her ear as if a gust of cold wind blew into the quilt.

Wendy shivered, but felt happy in her mind. She looked up in surprise and said, "Charlie?"

Charlie turned around in a cold look, and his deep eyes fixed on her. He gritted his teeth and said, "I do not want to hear the name of another man from your mouth again."

Wendy had crawled down from the bed, wrapped in a quilt.

She walked to him. She could see his good figure and clearly defined face. The air was mixed with the smell of cigarettes, which made her more certain about that the man was indeed Charlie.

Wendy swallowed, but she didn't clear about what had happened last night, "Was... you last night?"

"What's the matter? Are you disappointed?" Charlie pinched out a trace on the cigarette and shouted in a deep voice, "Who do you think it is?"

"Is it really you?" Wendy blinked her eyes.

She seemed to haven't noticed the anger on his face. Instead, there was a look of joy on her face.

Charlie frowned and nodded under her eager eyes.

Wendy finally relaxed. She even reached out her hand to hold him with excitement. Because of this movement, the quilt wrapped around her slowly fell down.