Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 238

"Well, your eyebrows are so cute too..."

Wendy covered her mouth and looked like a docile newlywed woman.

When he looked away from her face angrily, she immediately leaned over and grabbed one of his arms from the side like a little pet dog.

He didn't say anything, and she didn't say anything either.

It's like a race of endurance.

Finally, Charlie's Adam's apple bobbed up and down. He said stiffly, "Where did you go for dinner? What did you eat?"

"Well, it's just some home-cooked dishes..." Wendy held back her laughter and replied meekly, "But not at the restaurant. We ate at home..."

"Did you cook for them?" Charlie's face suddenly darkened.

"No! Felix did it..." Wendy quickly explained.

Charlie snorted with satisfaction and asked after a silence, "Felix knows how to cook?"

"Well, he's not bad at cooking..." Wendy nodded and answered in a very pertinent way.

The corners of Charlie's mouth seemed to twitch, and his tone was very disdainful. "Men in the kitchen are losers!"

"..." Wendy obviously didn't wanna talk about it. Seeing that he's still uncomfortable, she took the initiative to find a topic. "Charlie, let's go to the movies?"

"Well, there's been a couple of new movies released recently, and the reviews are pretty good... Shall we?"

Wendy took out her mobile phone, and checked a few movies on the movie app, and raised her eyes to speak to him.

There was no response. She pretended to be disappointed and got up. "It doesn't matter if you don't wanna go..."

"I'll get the tickets!"

Sure enough, before she was fully on her feet.

Charlie, who was lying on the bed and had been indifferent, pulled her hand in a bad mood.

Wendy lay next to him again as if her heart had been smeared with honey. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Charlie took out his cell phone with a serious face. After booked the tickets, he dragged her violently onto the bed and pressed her under the bed, pressing down and kissing her fiercely, right down to her panting.

The one thing that saved her from Charlie's kiss, for now, was a ringing cell phone. Charlie looked at the screen, picked it up, and put it beside his ear.

"Hello, my dear aunt."

It was Donna who called, and Wendy licked her red and swollen lips.

After hanging up, Charlie did not kiss her anymore. He pressed his forehead against hers and said, "I'm afraid we're gonna have a rain check. I have to go to the airport now."

Forty minutes later, in the airport lobby.

It was always the noisiest place here, with people's voices, radio's voices, and the sound of luggage wheels on the ground.

By the time they arrived, Donna had already changed her boarding pass and waited at the security checkpoint. It's like meeting Donna for the first time, she wore a cashmere coat and tight leather pants, with a pair of black high heels, and the emeralds around her neck were eye-catching.

"Charlie, Wendy!"

Wendy, who held by Charlie, walked quickly over.

Wendy learned that they were coming to the airport to see Donna off on their way there, but she didn't expect that they would be in such a hurry without warning.

Charlie frowned and didn't seem to expect that, "Aunt, why did you leave so suddenly?"

"I got a call from your uncle out of the blue. There's a problem at the head office. I have to go back right away. I just booked the flight and informed you two!" Donna shrugged with a helpless look.

"Is it serious?" Charlie asked in a deep voice.

Donna shook her head and said, "I don't know yet. I'll have to find out more. But your uncle was worried on the phone!"

"Fine. Call me if you need anything." Charlie nodded. "I was planning to stay here for a while longer, but the company went haywire!" Donna sighed, especially when she looked at Wendy, who looked honest. "I'm worried about you two! But fortunately, your father was hospitalized, so he won't go after you for a while! Moreover, before I left, I've talked to the attending doctor and asked him to keep your father in the hospital for more time to rest!"

Hearing this, Wendy was stunned.

No way? Donna was actually doing that for them...

Looking at the people who were waiting in line, Wendy couldn't help biting her lips. "Aunt, when will you come back?"

"I don't know!" Donna laughed. "Wendy, you can't bear to part with me, can you?"

"Yes!" Wendy nodded heavily.

Donna smiled even wider. She stepped forward, took Wendy's hand, and snorted deliberately at her nephew, "Charlie, You better be nice to Wendy! Don't bully her, you hear me? Or I won't take it easy on you!"

Charlie raised his eyebrows, and Wendy was very touched.

When Donna was about to pass through the security check, she deliberately pulled Wendy aside and held Wendy's hand tightly. She changed her joking manner and said in a very low but serious tone, "Wendy, I'll leave Charlie to you. Take good care of him!"

"Okay..." Wendy nodded.

When Donna released Wendy's hand, she patted on her hand and smiled lazily at them. She waved the boarding pass and passport in her hand and said, "Okay, I have to go, or it will be too late!"

After watching Donna disappear into the security check, they turned around and walked out of the airport.

Wendy couldn't help but look back twice, looking forward to the next reunion.

But at this time, she did not know that it would be so long before they saw each other again.

The next morning, Wendy opened her eyes, but did not see Charlie on the bed.

The quilt next to her was already cold, and there was no sound of water coming from the bathroom.

She rubbed her eyes in confusion and got out of bed. She vaguely heard the sound in the kitchen. When she walked over, she was frightened by what she saw.

The stove fire was on, and there seemed to be smoke in the flat pot. Charlie, who was tall and strong, was standing there. The lines on his side face were firm and handsome. He frowned and wore an apron she usually wore...

Wendy closed her eyes and opened them again, thinking that she was dreaming.

Although she could tell what he was doing, she still asked in disbelief, "Charlie, what are you doing..."

Charlie turned his head to look at her and did not stop his movements. "Go wash up. It will be ready soon!"

Wendy swallowed and turned back to the bathroom. In addition to being shocked, she was also afraid that the house would be set on fire.

When she came back again, the kitchen door was closed, but she could still feel the mess inside. There were two white porcelain plates on the table, which were so dark that Wendy couldn't tell what it was. The only thing she could recognize was the milk in the cup.

Wendy licked."... You made all these?"

"Yes." Charlie pulled his lips.

Wendy was even more horrified.

"Who said yesterday that men in the kitchen were losers..."

With a pair of chopsticks in front of her, Wendy pulled out a chair and sat down. She picked up an unknown object and sending it to her mouth.

Having just chewed twice, Charlie asked, "How's it?"

"...Do you want me to tell the truth?" Wendy hesitated.

"Yes." Charlie said flatly.

Wendy looked up and bumped into his sharp eyes. She didn't dare to lie, so she had to think carefully, "It's not delicious..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Charlie whisked off.

Wendy,"..."