Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 103

Wendy was held in his arms, and her eyes were fixed on the outline of his side face and bulged masseter muscles.

"Honey..." Helen complained to Johnny.

Johnny couldn't keep calm. He cleared his throat, frowned and said, "Charlie, this is my family issue."

It meant that Charlie shouldn't interrupt when he was teaching her daughter.

"So I don't think there's much possibility for the cooperation between the Urn's Group and the Hogg's Group." Charlie's lips twitched, and answered in a casual way.

Johnny's face changed slightly. After a short moment of judging, he waved his hand and said, "Forget it! We're family. It doesn't make sense to figure who is right or not. We've argued and vented. That's over!" Then, he turned around and walked out.

"Dad!" Yolanda was not reconciled.

Helen observed their expressions. At this time, she couldn't do anything more, so she pulled his daughter and said, "All right, Yolanda, let's go!"

Emily, who had been in the balcony, ran back. She drove them out like whisking flies, "Go! Go! Go! Hurry up!"

With a bang, she closed the door. The world was finally quiet.

Wendy's legs were soft, and she slowly exhaled after holding her breath for a long time.

She looked at Charlie beside her and swallowed. She didn't expect that he would show up here.

"You..." Wendy opened her mouth.

As soon as she uttered a syllable, she closed her mouth in pain and touched her swollen face.

Emily leaned against the door and shook her phone. She blinked her eyes complacently. "Wendy, I called him!"

Wendy understood in an instant.

Emily rushed over and put her phone back into her pajamas pocket. Then she rushed into her bedroom and quickly ran out again. She was already dressed up, "Ahem! I'm going out to buy some breakfast!" After that, she ran to the door in a hurry.

When the door was about to close, she poked her head and winked, "Wendy and Mr. Hogg, I'm going to a place that is far away and I'll be back slowly. So just do what you want! No worries." ." Wendy was embarrassed.

She didn't know whether it was because she was slapped or something else, but she felt her face was burning.

After the door was closed again, there were only the two of them left.

Wendy was pulled into the bedroom by Charlie. The quilt was lifted a little and she sat on it. Charlie reached out his hand to pinch her chin. He frowned and looked at her face carefully. He looked serious as if he was reading a document in the company.

Both of her cheeks had been slapped. Johnny was a man and slapped her hard. The fingers marks on her face could be seen clearly, and there was some blood on the corner of her mouth.

"Does it hurt?"

Wendy was stunned because she found worries in Charlie's eyes.

But it disappeared soon. She almost thought that she had a illusion.

Wendy shook her head and then nodded honestly after being stared at by him.

When she sat down, half of her phone in her pocket was exposed. Her eyes swept over it, and she remembered that Emily said she had called him.

Emily ran to the balcony after Helen and Johnny entered the room. About ten minutes later, Charlie arrived. However, it usually took forty minutes' bus form here to Charlie's house.

That was to say, after Charlie received the call, he went out immediately, and it took him only ten minutes to drive to here.

This man...

Wendy opened her mouth slightly, but it still hurt a lot.

She gently put her hand on her face and looked at him. The strange feeling emerged in her mind again and didn't disappear after a long time. A few minutes later, she lowered her eyes and whispered, "I'm not a puppy..."

"You are no better than a good puppy!" Charlie added some strength to his fingers and snorted.

"..." Wendy bit her lips. What kind of smile was that!

After looking at her for a long time, the wrinkles between Charlie's eyebrows deepened. He pulled her up and said, "Your face was swollen. Let's go to the hospital!"

"No need!" Wendy shook her head and knew how to deal with it, "I have a medical kit. I can apply some ointment to my face and use eggs to massage..."

"Are you sure?" Charlie hesitated.

"Yes." Wendy nodded.

She opened the wardrobe next to the bed, and there was a small medicine kit which contained some regular medicine and ointments.

Wendy took out the ointment that had been used half a tube, unscrewed the red lid, dipped it with a cotton swab, and was about to apply it on her face.

Charlie reached out his hand to cover hers.

She moved her lips and said, "I can do it myself..."

"Give it to me!" Charlie said in a low voice.

Wendy immediately handed the swab to him. She was timid.

Charlie took over the swab and dipped some ointment just like she did just now. Then he leaned over and approached her.

"Don't you remember what I said?" His breathing was blown to her.

"What?" Wendy's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Charlie pulled his lips and swallowed. His deep eyes were as dark as an ancient well. There was a hint of banter in his calm voice, "A poor woman will always let a man want to protect her." She lowered her eyes and did not dare to look into his.

The cool ointment was applied on her burning cheeks, which was a little stimulating and made Wendy shrank.

"Does it hurt?" Charlie paused.

"Not too bad..." Wendy grimaced and shook her head.

However, in her heart, she felt that it seemed...

Even it was more painful, it seemed that she could endure it.

Charlie finished applying the ointment very quickly. He double checked carefully to ensure every fingerprint on her face had been covered. When his fingertip touched her face, she could feel the warmth. Wendy closed the small medicine kit and stood up, "Er, I'll cook two eggs..."

Charlie did not stop her and let her go.

She turned on the gas and then the tap. Put some water into a pot, took out two eggs form the fridge and added them into the pot.

The water had not been boiled, and she was reflected on the water. She was in her pajamas and her hair was messy, and her cheeks were swollen. She looked terrible.

She tried to forget what happened in this morning. But she couldn't get rid of Helen and Yolanda, who only needed to play some tricks that Johnny would slap her. No matter how she tried to get used to it, she couldn't forget these.

Behind her came the steady footsteps.

She didn't have to look back and knew it was Charlie. His footsteps had been kept in her mind.

Wendy's hand on the countertop slowly clenched. When the man stopped behind her, she suddenly turned around.

She took the initiative to hug him.

This morning, she really needed him to warm her...