Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 259

Only when the middle-aged man heard the question did he open his eyes.

When he looked at her face, he was in a trance for a moment. It seemed that it took a long time before he came back to his senses.

"Uh, sir, are you all right?"

The middle-aged man coughed and answered, "My stomach hurts a little."

Wendy nodded when she heard it. She had already got it. It's just that seeing him in so much pain, she couldn't help but ask the question. Thinking of something, she said, "I have stomach medicine in my bag. Wait a moment..."

The seat belt was temporarily unfastened. She got up and took the bag from the suitcase, opened the zipper of the inner layer, and pulled out a few kinds of medicines.

Picking up one bottle, Wendy happily opened it and handed it over. "Here you are, eat two pieces. It works very fast, wait a few minutes after taking it and the pain will go away."

The middle- aged man was slightly stunned and stretched out his hand to pick it up.

Noticing that the water in the cup had already cooled down, Wendy stopped him. She pressed the button on the top of her head. When the beautiful stewardess came up to her, she said, "Please give me a glass of warm water! Thank you!"

After taking two pieces of medicine and drinking half a glass of hot water, the middle- aged man continued to cover his stomach.

A few minutes later, he looked at her with a smile and said, "I feel much better. Thank you very much!"

"You're welcome, sir." Wendy smiled shyly.

"Don't call me Sir. You look about the same age as my daughter, just call me uncle!" The middle- aged man smiled gently, and it was not difficult to see that he must be very graceful when he was young. "Do you live in Canada?"

"Yes..." Wendy nodded.

Since what happened to her child, she didn't stay in Los Angeles but came to Canada alone. She had been living there for three years and handed over many job applications. She never thought she'd end up at a magazine, which was in the field of finance. It's the right job for her major, and many of her colleagues were from her home country.

"I'm not living in North America. I often stay in Europe. I came to New York to do something. Now I'm ready to go back home." After finishing his words, the middle-aged man smiled and continued to ask, "From your accent, you're from Ice City too?"

"Yes, I am..." Wendy nodded again.

"What a coincidence. I didn't expect that we were from the same hometown. I am also from Ice City!" The middle- aged man smiled more warmly. "In recent years, I have spent most of my time in Berlin. My wife and daughter have been at home all the time. I won't leave this time when I go back. What about you?"

Wendy answered in a low voice, "My grandmother passed away. I came back to visit her."

After that, the two of them chatted casually for a while. At night, passengers in the cabin fell asleep quietly. The plane landed at noon the next day.

Because Wendy and the middle-aged-man sat next to each other, Wendy happened to meet him again when she took the luggage. When they came out of the corridor, he took out the business

card from his pocket and handed it to her.

"This is my business card."

After Wendy took it, she only said, "My surname is Lim..." This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

After all, they met the first time yesterday, and might not meet again, so there was no need for her to tell him her name.

The middle-aged man smiled and didn't care about it. There should be a special car to pick him up, so when he reached the exit, he waved goodbye to her. "Miss Lim, goodbye!"

"Goodbye..." Wendy nodded and said.

Wendy took a look at the name "Kim Gray" on the business card when put it in her pocket.

Looking at the sky outside, it's been four years. When she returned to this land, she felt a little bit timid. Wendy took a deep breath and took the suitcase in the direction of the taxi.

As she was immersed in her own thoughts, she did not notice that the entrance of the airport lobby was in a mess. From the airport expressway to the downtown area, Wendy turned her head to look out of the window the whole time. This familiar city gradually became a little strange and expanded with many more developments, and all the subway lines were complete.

She tried to distinguish where was this place and where was that place...

This time, she returned home not only to visit Grandma, but also to do business. The headquarters of the magazine was in Ice City, and the magazine in Canada was just a branch set up overseas, so she had to stay here for at least one month. Ice City was so big and she didn't think she would see Charlie again...

She thought to herself.

However, she missed her best friend, Emily. Over the past few years, they had only contacted each other via email. She did not know how Emily was going. She could not help but smile while thinking of it. Then she had already arrived at the hotel she booked.

When Wendy got out of the taxi and was about to leave, the driver poked his head out of the front.

"Miss, wait!"

Wendy stopped and looked puzzled. "Uh, what's wrong? Is it about the fare?"

"No! Can't you see there's something missing?"

"..." What was missing?

Wendy lowered her head and looked at her bag as well as the suitcase that she just took out from the trunk. She didn't think that there was anything missing, so she looked at the driver with confusion.

But the driver seemed to be more speechless than her. He got out of the car and opened the door of the car.

Wendy looked over and was shocked.

A little boy, about four or five years old, came out of nowhere from the back seat. He was so cute and wore a black suit. His mushroom-shaped black hair was slightly curly. If you don't identify him carefully, you might mistake him for a girl.

Where did this little boy come from?

The driver spoke again in a reproachful tone, "Miss, are you really a mother? You're too careless to get out of the car without your child! Hurry up and get the child out of the car!"

"I..." Wendy opened her mouth in bewilderment.

Under the compulsory gaze of the driver, she had to go forward and take the little boy off the seat.

After the door was closed, the taxi went away and honked the horn twice, like he was venting his frustration at her.

At the entrance of the hotel, a woman and a little boy stood facing the spring breeze.

Wendy lowered her head and looked at the little boy up to her knees. She swallowed and squatted down to ask patiently.

"Kid, where are your parents?"

"Did you get in the wrong car?"

"Would you like some candies?" After asking for a long time, the little boy just put on a cool face.

When Wendy was frustrated about this situation and was about to send him to the police station, the little boy in front of her suddenly fell straight to her. She was shocked. "Er! Kid, are you okay?"

When she reached out to help him, she touched the temperature above his forehead.

"Oh no, it's so hot!"

Wendy had to pick up the little boy again and handed the suitcase temporarily to the doorman of the hotel to keep. Then she rushed across the street.

After they got to the emergency room, a doctor quickly came up and scolded her. "Are you really a mother? The boy's got a fever, what took you so long to get him to the hospital!"

This was the second time in less than half an hour that someone questioned her being a mother...

Wendy put her hand on her forehead.

She had to suffer it in silence.