Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 133

Wendy froze and then slowly moved to the door as if she was going to the court.

She let out a sigh of relief after looking through the peephole.

She opened the door and found a young man with a hat standing outside. Judging from the slogan on his clothes, he was a delivery man, "Excuse me, are you Miss Lim?" "Yes, I am." Wendy nodded.

"Here is your parcel. Please check and sign for it."

"Okay, thank you!"

After she signed on the delivery receipt, the man went downstairs in a hurry.

Wendy carried the box and was about to close the door. Suddenly, an arm was pressed on the door.

It was a strong arm, which was familiar to Wendy.

She looked up and found that the man had blocked most of the lights in the corridor. It was Charlie who looked down at her with his deep eyes. She didn't know when he came out. "Uh, you..."

Charlie frowned, and there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes. He said, "The pipes in my bathroom are broken. The property management company said that they would come to fix it tomorrow. Can I take a shower in your bathroom?" "...Take a shower?" Wendy was surprised.

"Yes." Charlie nodded and raised his hand to pull the collar of his shirt, "I met a foreign guest during the day and went to a lot of places. I smell really bad. I can't have a good sleep without showering." The facilities were very old in the old residential area, so it was normal for them to have some problems.

Wendy did not doubt his words.

"Then come in."

She blurted out but then regretted it.

It was weird to let a man take a shower at her home, especially at night...

However, Charlie did not give her a chance to regret it. He said "thank you", squeezed into her house, and closed the door.

Wendy had to lead the way for him in front. When she was about to point to the bathroom, he had already walked there. It seemed that he lived here and was familiar with every corner of her house. She almost forgot that they used to be with each other, and he once slept here...

"The remote control is on the shelf. You can adjust the water temperature by yourself." Wendy pointed to the shelf in the bathroom. She cleared her throat and added, "Ahem, you can take a shower now..." Charlie nodded and began to unbutton his shirt.

Wendy hurriedly turned around and closed the bathroom door. And then, she carefully checked the door again. Soon, the sound of clothes being taken off came from the inside, and then there was the sound of water running.

Wendy walked to the living room with the box in her arms. She couldn't help looking back. She could vaguely see the outline of his tall figure through the frosted glass, and a picture of a handsome man who was taking a shower appeared in her mind...

The next second, she quickly raised her hand and touched her forehead.

She was crazy...

The sounds from the bathroom echoed in her ears. Wendy turned on the TV and turned up the volume.

A series of TV play was about to end, but he had not come out yet.

It was getting darker outside, she couldn't sit still and walked to the bathroom. She straightened her clothes and knocked on the door, "Charlie?"

The sound of running water inside the bathroom stopped.

"... haven't you finished yet?" She asked again.

He didn't answer, but there were footsteps sounded. Then the bathroom door was opened suddenly.

"Why-"

Wendy immediately covered her eyes.

She muttered for a while and finally spoke out a complete sentence, "Why don't you wear clothes?"

The bathroom was filled with water vapors. Charlie only wore a pair of briefs and showed his body to her. Although she had wiped his body with alcohol a few days ago, he was sick at that time. Now, he was recovered. His short hair was wet, with drops of water dripping from it. The drops were dripping down along his clearly defined face to his Adam's apple, and then to his strong chest...

"I just took a shower, and my clothes were dirty. How can I wear them?" Charlie answered her calmly.

"..." Wendy's lips twitched.

Should she thank him for that at least he had put on his briefs?

Why did she always saw him naked in front of her recently?

Wendy didn't dare to take her hands away from her eyes until she heard rustling sounds.

Charlie had wrapped a bath towel around his waist.

Wendy still felt a little dry in the throat. The bath towel on his body belonged to her, the shampoo and the shower gel belonged to her as well, and the pink toothbrush in his hand was also hers...

Wait!

Wendy's eyes widened instantly, "You used my toothbrush..."

"So? How could I brush my teeth if I didn't use yours?" Charlie lowered his head to spit out the foam in his mouth and answered in an innocent and confident tone.

Being glared at by her, he pulled his lips and continued slowly, "It's okay, I don't mind." "..." Wendy went crazy.

She didn't want to argue with him anymore. She turned around and left.

When Charlie dried his hair and got out of the bathroom, Wendy was out of patience. She touched her forehead and just wanted to send him out of her home as soon as possible. However, when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped.

Wendy had the experience, so she reacted quickly and took two steps back.

"What's wrong?"

Charlie frowned and said, "I forgot to bring my key."

Wendy was stunned,"... Really?"

"Maybe I forgot to take it when I came out, so I only took my phone," Charlie said in low voice.

He put on a serious look, which seemed that he wasn't joking, Wendy also frowned. After thinking for a while, she looked up at him and said, "Call the unlocking company. I have a phone number!" After saying that, she walked quickly to the living room.

She pulled out the paper under the vase on the tea table. There was a phone number on it.

Charlie had already come over. After glancing at it, he quickly dialed the number on his phone.

It was connected soon but ended within a few seconds. He moved his thin lips, "Really? Oh, I know... thank you." "How is it going?" Wendy asked in a hurry after he hung up.

"It's too late. They don't want to come over." Charlie shook his phone.

"..." No way!

Wendy thought for a while and looked at him, "Call Farr?"

"His phone was turned off," Charlie answered.

Uh...

Wendy was silent. Why did she encounter so many bad things these days?

She walked to the window and looked down. The vision of the top floor was broad, and the distance between the two windows was quite far. She planned to ask him to get into his house through the window, but now she gave up the plan. If he was not careful enough and fell down, she should also be responsible.

Wendy hurriedly walked back and forth in the room and looked at the half-naked man who was standing in the living room.

...

What should they do?

Charlie stroked his chin and thought for a moment, "It seems that I have only one choice."

"What's that?" Wendy asked in a dull voice.

When she asked this question, she looked at his deep eyes and felt that she had fallen into his trick...

As expected, Charlie put forward his unreasonable requirement. "I'll stay here tonight."