Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 163

It was a loud noise.

The people in the room were all looking at Wendy, and they were all dumbfounded.

There was a woolen carpet on the ground, which was soft when stepped on it, so she did not fall too heavily. However, it was very shameful to make a fool of herself in public. Fortunately, she wore long pants, if she was wearing a skirt, she would definitely expose herself.

Wendy lay on the ground, and she really wanted to bury her face in the carpet.

A strong arm stretched over to her and lifted her up easily.

Farr was the first to recover from the shock. He stepped forward and asked, "Miss Lim, are you alright?"

"Get up and see if you're hurt. I'm a doctor. Tell me if there's anything wrong." Simon also stood up.

Wendy shook her head, indicating that she was fine.

Looking at the others whose mouths were still slightly opened, she was really very embarrassed.

"Sorry, I broke the microphone..."

After picking up the microphone that was broken into two sections, Wendy looked at the silent Charlie and waved her hand to everyone. "I'm sorry. In fact, I don't know how to sing any opera..." When she said this, everyone in the box was stunned at first and then laughed again. Some one even joked and said that she fell because she was nervous of not knowing how to sing.

On the contrary, Farr looked unwilling and said, "Miss Lim, you are obviously very good at..."

The following words came to an abrupt end after receiving the cool eyes of Charlie.

Pop songs are playing again on the screen. Seeing that the attention in the box had been diverted away, Wendy breathed a sigh of relief. After sitting down for a while, she stood up. "I'm going to the bathroom..."

Only when she entered the bathroom, did she dare to reach out and cover her chin.

She just fell her chin a little numb, but she didn't show it in the box.

"Did you get hurt?"

Suddenly, a male voice sounded.

However, his tone was cold and stiff. It seemed that this man was actually not willing to ask this question.

Wendy raised her eyes and saw a tall figure behind the mirror, who was a whole head taller than her.

She turned around and looked in the direction of the door. She was a little flustered. "Charlie, how can you... This is the ladies' room!"

Charlie ignored her and directly bent over to pull her jeans up. Her knees were a little blue, but not very serious, they should be faded in two or three days. He withdrew his hand and stood up again.

Wendy bit her lip and couldn't help but mumble in a low voice,"... You did it on purpose!"

She was wearing flat shoes today, so the chance of her falling down herself was basically zero. In addition, she fell down when she walked past him, so she could be sure that it was him who stretched out his leg. Such a childish behavior...

"Then how can you sing for others?" Charlie did not deny it.

"..." Well, it's her fault. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Wendy remembered that he once said that she could only sing for him in the future.

After making sure that she was fine, Charlie put his both hands in his pocket, turned around and walked outside.

Seeing this, Wendy hurried to follow him.

When she went out, she met the waitress who came in. She trotted to the tall figure in front of her, they didn't go back to the private room, but went straight into the elevator.

This was good. She just fell in public, she felt so ashamed that she didn't want to go back at all.

The elevator slowed down slowly, Wendy looked at Charlie next to her.

His hands were always in his trouser pockets so Wendy could only pull his sleeves and said cautiously, "Charlie, have you cooled down yet?"

"No." Charlie snorted coldly.

"..." Wendy was choked. At this time, the elevator arrived with a "Ding" sound. The door slowly opened, and the people outside were waiting to enter.

Charlie took the lead in taking the first step. He was tall and his legs were long, so his steps were big. He deliberately didn't wait for Wendy, and soon she fell some distance behind him.

"Hiss..."

Wendy let out a cry.

She squatted down with her hands covering her knees that had just gotten hurt and pretended to be in pain.

In her eyes, the tall figure in front of her was so indifferent that he did not intend to stop at all.

She was a little annoyed. She should pretend to be a little bit more...

There were a lot of people coming and going in and out of the lobby. Charlie attracted people's attention wherever he went. When they came out of the elevator, someone had looked over to them. At this moment, passers- by saw her squatted there on purpose, but he was indifferent, they were mocking her for failing to play tricks to him.

Wendy's face turned red.

When she was about to stand up in dismay, there was a shadow in front of her.

Then, her whole body became light. She was carried in his arms walking toward the door.

Wendy subconsciously put her hands around his neck, and her face was even redder. In addition to embarrassment, she was also shy. "It's my fault..."

Charlie glanced over. Knowing that she was in the wrong, Wendy took the initiative to admit her mistake. "Next time, I'll definitely get your permission before we go out with them!"

What responded to her was a snort from Charlie.

But it was much better than before, and the anger in his eyes was much less.

Charlie did not drink so he drove the car by himself. On the way, he seemed to have sent a text message to Farr to tell him that they had left.

There were not many cars on the road at night, soon they got home. After the Land Rover parked, the two got out of the car one after another. This time, Charlie didn't intentionally leave her behind, but went up to the top floor with Wendy side by side. Charlie kept silent and opened his security door.

Wendy had to be thick-skinned to follow him in.

"Uh! Go take a shower first..." Closing the door, she touched her head.

Charlie threw the suit jacket to her and went into the bathroom. The sound of running water could be heard.

Wendy puffed out her cheeks, and then blew her breath out heavily.

An hour later, the light in the bedroom was warm. Both of them had taken showers one by one. Charlie sat on a single-person chair by the window, wrapped himself just in a bath towel, crossed his legs, and put a cigarette between his fingers. There was a sneaky figure at the door.

Wendy was holding her mobile phone and talking in a low voice, "Emily, are you sure... this method really works?"

"Just have a try!" Emily said lazily.

After hanging up the phone, Wendy looked at the figure by the window with great pressure.

It's said that it was not easy to make a woman happy...

But it would be more difficult to make a man happy!

She took a deep breath and went straight to him as if she had made a decision.

Looking at her squatting down in front of him and raising her head like a puppy, Charlie spat out some smoke. "What are you doing?"

Wendy didn't say anything but licked her lips.

When she thought of what she was going to do, her heart was almost beating out of her chest.

Under the gaze of his deep eyes, she stretched out her little hand and untied the bath towel on his waist. The tips of her fingers trembled a little. As if she was afraid that she would retreat, so she almost took his towel off in one breath.

Then, she lowered her head...