Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 131

Wendy's eyes followed his hand, and her face gradually turn red.

Since she had already begun, she couldn't stop now. She had no choice but to untie his belt. The sound of unbuckling echoed in the room, followed by the sound of unzipping his pants... "You don't need to take off my briefs."

Charlie's calm male voice suddenly sounded.

Wendy, who was holding her breath, was shocked and gnashed,"... I know!"

Who was going to take off his briefs?

Finally, she finished and threw his pants to his jacket and shirt. Wendy seemed to feel difficult to breathe.

When she looked up at him again, there was only a pair of briefs left on his body, which wrapped his scooped hips.

Wendy's face turned redder than ever.

Oh my god!

She had never taken off clothes for a man...

Wendy kept taking deep breaths to help herself stay calm. She told herself that she did that because he had a fever. Just like what the supermarket staff had said, that was an effective method to lower his temperature.

Just treated him as a child! However, how could a child had such a good figure. Even if he was lying on the bed, the outlines of his muscles could be clearly seen.

She felt that if she knocked on his muscles, there would be a bang.

She opened the bottle and put a swab into the liquid. The smell of alcohol instantly permeated in the air.

Charlie stared at her with his deep and dark eyes. He moved his lips and reminded her, "Make sure you have wiped every inch of my skin. Otherwise, it won't work." "Got it!" Wendy muttered.

Sitting by the bed, she bent over and began to wipe him carefully.

From chest to armpits...

From arms to palms...

From thigh to ankle...

Although she was very careful, she inevitably touched his bronze skin from time to time. The heat from his body burned her fingertips, made her tremble, and touched her heart.

After using half a bottle of alcohol, Wendy finally wiped all his skin that exposed in the air. She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Well, it's done!"

It seemed to be really effective. His temperature had lowered down a lot.

However, his naked body was too attractive. Wendy hurriedly pulled the quilt and wanted to cover him.

Unexpectedly, before she could cover him, she was pulled down by him.

He pulled Wendy to his body, and then put his arms around her waist. His face buried in her neck. "Hey! Charlie..."

She shouted in a low voice, but he didn't move a little. Only his hot breathing was blown into her ears.

Sweats appeared on her forehead. Wendy raised her head shyly and found that his deep eyes were closed at this time, as if he didn't know what he had done to her, and the lines of his relaxed chin made him look innocent.

She wanted to vent her anger, so she struggles to get out of the bed.

Looking at his arms that pushed open by her, Wendy frowned and said to herself, "Did he really fall asleep?"

She straightened her wrinkled sweater and complained about him in her mind.

This man, who had fallen asleep, could even do such kind of thing to her..."

Wendy screwed the bottle cap and ran back home. She closed the door and calmed down. Then she changed to slippers and went to her bedroom. Her forehead and nose were covered with sweats. She was not sure about it was because of her running or something else.

She rushed to the bathroom and washed her face with cool water. Her heart was still beating fast.

The footsteps disappeared, and the only thing left in the room was the smell of alcohol. Charlie slowly opened his eyes, and there was no sleepy feeling in them at all. He stared at the white ceiling. After being wiped with alcohol, he felt better. But another heat was gradually spreading over his body, as if he almost could not depress it.

Charlie slowly turned over. He really wanted to complete what he didn't finished!

The next afternoon, Wendy went to the Hogg's Group to attend a meeting again.

They were waiting in the conference room for a while, and Charlie came in, wearing a black suit and a white shirt. He was dressed simply but looked unusual. The lines of his face were clearly-defined, which made him look quite energetic.

Before the meeting began, the supervisor asked with concern, "Mr. Hogg, you look good. Have you fully recovered from a cold?"

"Yes." Charlie nodded and added, "Thanks for my neighbor."

"Neighbor?" The supervisor was confused.

Charlie smiled and said nothing.

Wendy lowered her eyes.

This meeting was the last time to confirm the project plan, so it took a long time. When it was over, it was time to get off work. There was no need for Wendy and the supervisor to go back to the company and they could go home directly.

When they walked out of the building, they heard footsteps from behind. As expected, they were Charlie and Farr.

"It's not easy to stop a taxi during evening rush hours. Can I give you a ride?" Charlie asked with one hand in his trousers pocket. Although he said to the supervisor, he looked at her.

Wendy knew what he meant, so she blinked uneasily and tried to avoid his eyes.

The supervisor rubbed his hands with a smile, "That would be great! You're always so kind, Mr. Hogg!"

When Farr opened the car door for them, a car behind them honked its horn. It was a Jeep with a military plate. A small head poked out of the rear window and shouted at her, "Wendy-" Wendy was stunned.

She had planned to have dinner with Felix and his son. During the meeting, she received a text message from Felix saying that he was going to pick her up from her company. However, she thought the meeting would last for a long time, so she told him that she would take a taxi to meet them after meeting. Unexpectedly, they came straight to the Hogg's Group to pick her up.

Wendy pinched the strap of her sling bag and said, "Supervisor, you can take Mr. Hogg's car! I will leave first with my friend!"

Seeing the little boy was about to jump out of the car window, she rushed to the car.

The door of the passenger's seat opened from inside. After Wendy sat in, the Jeep quickly ran into the traffic and disappeared. Charlie moved his eyes away from that car and stepped forward to block the car door, I'm sorry, Mr. Chan. I suddenly remember that I have something else to do."

As he finished, he sat in and the black Bentley left quickly.

The supervisor was left alone there and couldn't figure out what happened.

They said they could offer him a ride!

The black Bentley also ran into traffic, but the Jeep with a military plate had already gone.

Farr, who was sitting in the front, carefully observed his boss's face from the rearview mirror. Then he asked tentatively, "Mr. Hogg, are you all right?"

Charlie took out a cigarette. A crackling sound of a lighter sounded in the car.

"I'm fine."

He took a deep breath and pursed his thin lips.

The white smoke gradually dissipated, and Charlie's knitted eyebrows gradually relaxed. After a while, he said with a meaningful smile, "No rush."