Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 95

Charlie spoke in a plain tone. There was a shadow cast on his eyes and eyebrows, which made his face gloomy.

Wendy had never seen him like this.

A strange feeling emerged in her heart, and she said softly, "Your dad will understand one day. Maybe he just can't negotiate the obstacle in his mind at present..."

"Ha-ha." Charlie laughed.

The loneliness in his deep eyes seemed to last for several centuries.

In a close distance, Wendy could clearly feel the muscle of his forearm tightened. She slightly raised the corners of her mouth. "Charlie, in fact, your situation is much better than mine. Your father still wants you to take over the whole company. I was driven out of the Lim family by my father when I was eight... You are luckier, aren't you?"

Charlie turned his face to one side and stared into her eyes with narrowed eyes.

"Are you trying to comfort me by mentioning your sad memories?"

She was really stupid, wasn't she?

However, her eyes were so calm and pure that could make him cool down gradually.

And her soft voice touched the bottom of Charlie's heart, which kept him warm. He reached out one hand to pull her onto his laps.

The posture was a little bit awkward. Wendy struggled for a while, but her neck was pressed down by his palm, and then their lips attached together.

Perhaps because of the emotional changes in his mind, Charlie's kiss was different from usual.

Sometimes it was urgent, and sometimes it was soft.

Wendy did not refuse him. On the contrary, she began to respond him.

She felt a little out of breath, so she subconsciously put her arms around his shoulders. All the furniture in her sight was moving with Charlie's movement, then they lay on her small bed.

The curtains were closed, but some sunlight still shone in.

"Charlie!" Wendy grabbed his hand in time.

"Hmm?" Charlie held himself above her.

"It's still daytime..." She bit her lips. Her face and breathing were burning.

Charlie raised his eyebrows and easily got rid of her hands. He said in a dominant tone, "Who said that we can't make love during daytime?"

Wendy didn't know what to say.

When Wendy opened her eyes and saw Charlie lying next to her, she was a little absent-minded.

She almost forgot that they had made love during daylight yesterday. After that, he was staying here.

Unlike his house, her bedroom was quite small. There was a man sleeping on her small bed with her. It was a little strange. Moreover, the air was full of the smell of hormones.

Wendy almost forgot the relationship between them...

Her pink quilt covered his chest muscles, leaving his two forearms in the air. Even when he was relaxed, his muscles were as hard as iron.

His Adam's apple bulged, line of jaw was sharp, and nose was prominent...

"Are you satisfied with what you have seen?"

Charlie's eyes were still closed. He just slightly moved his lips.

"Uh!" Wendy was embarrassed and moved her eyes away in a panic, "Who was looking at you? I just woke up..."

"Really? Why did I feel that someone is peeping at me all the time?" Charlie raised his arm and put it behind his head.

"Not me anyway!" Wendy's face was turning to red, and she felt uneasy under his gaze. She hurriedly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, "It's already past eight o'clock. Get up, I'm going to cook!"

Charlie said from behind, "I'd like some porridge."

"Got it!" Wendy answered.

Suddenly, she remembered that the doctor yesterday said that she's better to have liquid diet in the next three days. When the porridge was ready, Charlie pulled out a chair and sat in front of the table. He had already taken a shower. His short hair was not completely dried, and the wet hair on his forehead was hanging down.

She saw the stubble on his chin in the hospital yesterday. However, she didn't have a shaver here. After two nights, the stubble grew longer, but it didn't make him look scruffy. Instead, he was sexier.

Charlie put down his porridge bowl and asked, "What's your plan today?"

"I'm going to the hospital to see grandma," Wendy answered.

"And then?" Charlie continued.

"I want to go to the temple to pray." Wendy thought for a while and added.

When she got up, she took a look at the calendar. It was the first day of the lunar month. When her mother was alive, she thought Wendy was the gift from Buddha. So her mother would take her to the temple to pray on the first and fifteenth day of every lunar month. After her mother passed away, she would occasionally go there.

Most of the time, she was too busy to go to the temple. Today was weekend, so she wanted to go there.

Charlie didn't say anything and finished the remaining half bowl of the porridge.

Wendy finished cleaning up and came out of the kitchen, It was almost nine o'clock. She found that he was still there. His suit jacket was on the sofa armrest. He was smoking with his long legs crossed. Wendy didn't have a tank in her house, so he could only put the ash into the trash can.

Seeing her, Charlie got up and stubbed out the cigarette, "I'll go with you."

In the afternoon, the Land Rover was running on the road in the suburbs. They stopped at the foot of a mountain and there was a temple halfway up it.

Wendy thought that he was going to see grandma with her, but he came to the temple with her.

Moreover, it seemed that he didn't intend to leave after sending her here, "Charlie, don't you need to work today?"

"No. I'm off today." Charlie shook the car key.

Wendy replied with an "oh" and didn't ask more.

The temple was built halfway up the mountain, so they need to go up the steps.

Charlie took out a cigarette from his pocket and was about to light it up. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Wendy hurriedly reminded, "No smoking in the temple..."

"Where did you find the 'No Smoking' signage?" Charlie frowned.

"No signage here, but It will be impolite..." Wendy bit her lips. Although there was no rule that forbade smoking, Buddhism categorized drugs and smoking into their taboos. Smoking was not allowed in the temple.

She hesitated and asked, "Why not... I go up on my own, and you go back first?"

Charlie's answer was a supercilious look. He distained to argue with her, but he still put the cigarette back.

Because it was the first day of the lunar month, there were so many people came to pray. Some brought children with them. After walking for a short time, the children were tired and asked their parents to carry them on their backs.

Wendy looked at them from a distance and couldn't help thinking of her childhood. Her mum always asked her to keep moving in a soft tone. She would be able to reach her goal if she kept doing. Buddha would bless her.

The memories emerged in her mind, and she couldn't help saying in a soft tone, "The mother will ask a protective talisman for her child. When I was child, my mum often took me here and also

asked one for me."

"Hmm." Charlie answered in a low voice.

Wendy tilted her head and saw that there was no emotion in his dark eyes.

Wendy held her breath.What he said last night sounded in her ears. "When my mother gave birth to me, she bled heavily and passed away. My father always thought that I was the one who caused my mum's death..."

Wendy gently took his hand and led him forward. "We're arriving. Let's go in together!"