Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 1080

Anthea wasn't in a good mood for the whole day.

Especially when she was sitting in the box of hot pot restaurant at night and looking at the hot pot with red oil boiling inside, her stomach felt like it was stuffy.

Since eating hot pot with Adam last time, Anthea had never eaten hot spot with her roommates. She subconsciously felt that eating hot pot was exclusive to Adam.

Mira was very good at taking care of people. She picked up a lot of food to her.

Anthea ate slowly as if she was chewing wax.

When they walked out of the hot pot restaurant, it had already got dark. Mira received a call halfway. It seemed that she had something to deal with. She got off the car in advance at the intersection ahead, leaving the two of them on the way back to the hotel.

Finally, it came to their time, but it was very short.

The road was clear that they arrived at the hotel in half an hour.

Anthea was a little disappointed and was reluctant to get off the car.

When she unfastened her seat belt, the mobile phone in her pocket vibrated. It was a message from Leonardo.

"How was Francis?"

Anthea replied with an emoji meaning "hard-to-say".

Leonardo also replied very quickly and encouraged her, "Since you've been there all the way, you should be more cheeky!"

Looking at the words on the screen, Anthea bit the corner of her mouth.

Adam had already pushed the door open and walked to the door of the co-pilot's seat from the front of the car. She had to jump out of the car. After thinking about it, she held the room card in her hand and said, "Uncle Adam, I am still a little hungry..."

"You're not full?" Adam asked.

Anthea nodded and her eyes were a little fluttering, "Yes. I want to eat the wonton you bought last night. Can you buy some more for me?" "Okay." Adam agreed.

Not long after Anthea had went upstairs and returned to her room, Adam came back with a lunch box.

The wonton with fresh shrimps was delicious, and the soup was also delicious.

Holding the box bowl, Anthea took a sip of soup, but her eyes were fixed on him.

Suddenly, she asked, "How is you related to her?"

She was asking about the relationship between him and Mira.

It could be told that the two of them should be very familiar with each other. It seemed like they had known each other for a very long time.

Adam did not answer immediately. He paused for a while before saying, "Friend."

It was the same as the introduction when they first met in the afternoon.

Anthea pondered over his answer and recalled the afternoon. The reason why he wanted to replace a guide was that he wanted to avoid being alone with her and even didn't give her any chance to get close to him.

Putting down the soup spoon in her hand, she said quietly, "Uncle Adam, I've graduated from high school. I have also finished applying for colleges the day before yesterday!" "Alright." Adam said calmly.

Anthea continued with the subject, "Which school do you think is best for me?" "It depends on yourself." Adam said.

Anthea stared at him for a moment and told him, "I want to study medicine and become a military doctor after graduation!"

Hearing this, Adam frowned and said slowly in a low voice, "You have blood phobia. The military doctor is not a suitable job for you."

Anthea wanted to explain, but his tone was firm and there was something else in his words.

His words were not only saying that she was not suitable to be a military doctor, but the overtones seemed to be emphasizing that she was not a match for him.

Adam stood up from the sofa and said, "Go to bed early. I'm going back."

Seeing him moved, Anthea also quickly got up. She looked at his broad back and short black hair.

"Adam Chin, why don't you want to stay with me?"

Once again, she called him with his full name.

Adam turned around and stared at her from a distance.

The young girl didn't know how to hide her feelings.

Thoughts in her mind was all expressed on her face, so much that he could easily see them without much effort, even though he seemed to have not noticed them.

Adam was standing with the light on his back, and his whole body was hidden in the shadow.

Anthea could see the outline of his face clearly, but she couldn't see the expression on his face.

She walked around the table and put her hands behind her back, but looked at him without blinking, "I'm serious. Can you not push me away? I want to be with you, I..." In the end, she did not continue.

Her hands were clasped behind her body, and they were sweaqting, which indicated that she was nervous at the moment.

After swallowing, Anthea raised her hand and put it on her collar and began to unbutton her shirt.

One button, two buttons...

All the buttons were undone, and the white shirt fell slowly like petals.

The air conditioner in the room was turned on.

Anthea was nervous, but her face was flushed with shyness, so fair as if it were covered with a layer of rouge.

This was very shameless, but she did it cheekily.

It seemed to be familiar. It was once in her dreams.

She stared at him for a moment, not letting go of the slightest emotional changes on his face. Seeing her behavior, he didn't lose temper like that time in the ward, but silently took out a cigarette. The more stable he was, the more naive she seemed.

The smell of tobacco was floating in the air.

Adam stood with his hands at his sides, looking at her with a serious expression.

At the age of eighteen, she was like a flower that had yet to blossom. She was full of charm and mystery, which could attract people's eyes.

Her lips were pink and tender, like soft peach blossom.

The image of that night in the car appeared in his mind.

There was no sign of being attracted on his face, but Adam felt that his blood was flowing backward. Nicotine was trying to suppress his feelings. He was trying to restrain himself from losing control. When Anthea was about to untie the button on her underwear, he suddenly strode toward her.

His big, rough hands held her small hands, preventing her from unbuttoning her underwear.

Her heart was beating like a drum.

Anthea held her breath and even her ears had turned red. The smell of hormones that blew on her face was enough to make her blush and her hearts beat fast.

His dry fingers were scorching hot. The back of Anthea's hand was like being scalded by the cigarette butt.

Adam still said nothing. After silently putting out the cigarette, he leaned over and picked up her shirt that had fallen on the ground.

Anthea seized the chance and threw herself into his arms.

Her face was buried in his chest, but she missed the struggle in his eyes.

She took a deep breath.

Thank God, he did not ask her to get out of here like he did in the dream.

Anthea held him tightly, and her voice was low, "Don't refuse me! Please..."

The moonlight was faintly reflected on the glass.

After a long time, Adam finally made a move again. He put the shirt on her and tied up the collar.

His slender hands stretched out and fastened its buttons one by one.

Adam was composed, and his tone was not cold, but even gentle, "Anthea, girls must love themselves all the time. You should respect yourself first."

Anthea bit her lips and said, "Uncle Adam, I..."

Adam interrupted her and put his palm on her head.

This action was so tender. It was like a close action between lovers.