Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 154

It was dark on the big screen, and with music, there was a kind of gloomy atmosphere.

When there was a girl's scream in the middle of the hall, Wendy realized that it was a horror movie...

She quietly swallowed.

It was clear that the room was equipped with heating, but she could only feel the coldness coming from her feet.

Silently looking down, Wendy found that her palm was full of sweat. It was wet and she wiped it on her knee. The creepy music kept coming out.

She couldn't help but look at Charlie. She wanted to say if they could go home now.

However, she saw Charlie sitting there lazily. He looked very focused, as if he was watching with relish. She had to swallow her words back.

Something suddenly appeared on the screen, and a girl's scream rang out again in front of them.

Wendy didn't care about anything else. She lifted the armrest in the middle of them and moved closer to Charlie.

She rarely saw such horror movies. When she was in college, Emily had this habit, she liked to watch this kind of horror movies. One day, Emily insisted on watching it with her, which scared her so much that she didn't even dare to go to the bathroom alone at night. After that, she would stayed away from those ghost houses and so on in the amusement park.

"What's wrong?"

Charlie finally looked at her.

Wendy licked the corner of her mouth and faltered awkwardly, "Er, it's a little cold..."

"Hmm." Charlie nodded and put his hand on her shoulder. Then he raised his chin slightly and said, "Continue watching."

Wendy nodded and had to look at the screen again.

With the gloomy background music, the plot of the film continued. In the projection room, girls' screams were often heard

Charlie lowered his eyebrows and glanced at Wendy, who was curled up in his arms.

Whenever there was a horrible scene on the screen, she would close her eyes and hug his waist tightly. Her arms were trembling and she refused to let go. A sly light flashed through the bottom of Charlie's eyes and his lips couldn't help curling up.

The movie lasted more than a hundred minutes, and finally ended.

The lights in the projection hall gradually lit up, leaving only the floating subtitles on the screen. Wendy was still in a daze.

As the men and women came out of the cinema, Wendy still felt weak under her feet and could not come out of the scene of the movie for a while.

The movie was a midnight movie. When they got on the car, it was already past one o'clock in the morning.

There were not many cars on the road. The white Land Rover shuttled through the neon lights, and Charlie did not turn on the broadcast. The bright and dark light shone into the car, forming a different kind of atmosphere.

Wendy held the seat belt in front of her tightly and stared at the kneecap with her head down all the way.

"Wendy?"

Suddenly, Charlie shouted.

She suddenly raised her head and seemed to be shocked. Her whole body became stiff and her pupils contracted to look at him.

Seeing her expression, Charlie asked slowly, "Are you all right?"

"...I'm fine!" Wendy breathed out a sigh of relief.

"We're home. Get off the car." Charlie raised his chin slightly.

Hearing this, she looked aside and was surprised to replace that the car had stopped.

Wendy hurriedly unbuckled her seat belt and followed him out of the car to the building.

It was quiet in the corridor. The footsteps of the two people were crisscrossing, and every step seemed to echo.

Charlie took her hand and squinted his deep eyes. "What's wrong? Are you still thinking about the movie we watched just now?"

"Yes..." Wendy pursed her lips. "Are you scared?" Charlie raised his eyebrows.

"A little..." She nodded honestly.

"Useless!" Although Charlie said so, he had a suspicious smile on his lips. "This kind of film are all fake, and there are some goofs in that movie. When the heroine walked to the rooftop and saw a female ghost coming up, they didn't manage to deal with the wire hanging behind her, and the same thing happened to the scene on the grave."

Wendy was trying her best to forget, but those scary scene automatically replayed in her mind after he said it.

Her palm began to sweat again, but Charlie continued, "The residential area in this area has been in Ice city for many years. It seems that it used to be a factory. Many people died here because of a fire, and it was abandoned and rebuilt again. Maybe there had been haunted before..."

"Charlie, can you stop talking?"

Wendy bit her lip and couldn't help interrupting him in a hurry.

The end of Charlie's eyebrows moved slightly, and he agreed with a pleasant smile. "Fine."

Having arrived at the top floor, Wendy took out the key after a long while, and her speed was very slow.

As for Charlie, who had been always reluctant to let her go before, stood there with his hands in his pockets and said, "It's late. We have to go to work tomorrow morning. Go back to sleep!"

"Well..." Wendy opened the door.

"Good night." Charlie said and turned around. Seeing this, Wendy had to turn on the light silently and closed the door again.

She went into the bathroom and took a casual shower. She didn't even wash her hair. When she was ready to lie down on the bed, the window suddenly rang.

She ran over to have a look, but it seemed that it was just blown by the wind.

The scenes in the horrible movie appeared in her mind again. In addition, she recalled Charlie's words when they were at the door. She suddenly felt that there was a gust of cold wind blowing. Moreover, she felt that there was a ghost in her room.

Wendy took out her mobile phone under the pillow and edited a text message.

"Charlie, are you asleep?"

After sending the message, she waited for a long time with her mobile phone in her hands, but Charlie did not reply her.

As time went by, Wendy became more and more panicked. She called him in a hurry, but it indicated that his phone was powered off.

She bit her lip and ran quickly to the door.

She rushed to the opposite side in one breath and began to knock on the security door. Not long, he opened the door inside.

It seemed that Charlie had just changed his clothes, and the collar of his pajama had not been tidied up. There were two wisps of messy hair on his forehead, and a cigarette was burning between his fingers. "What's the matter?"

Wendy was stunned and said, "Er..."

"Can't fall asleep?" Charlie puffed out a puff of smoke at her.

Wendy licked her lips and opened her mouth. She was at a loss.

Then, when Charlie silently turned his body, she directly stepped in without hesitation. Looking at his broad shoulders and back, the fear in her heart seemed to have disappeared a lot.

Charlie poured her a cup of hot water that had just boiled on the table.

Wendy picked it up and took a small sip, trying to be as natural as possible. "Er, I send you a message, and your phone was turned off..."

"It's powered off." Charlie said placidly.

"I see..." Wendy nodded. The next second, seeing him suddenly stand up, she was a little nervous. "Charlie, where are you going?"

"Go to the bathroom." Charlie was still indifferent.

It was normal for human to solve the physiological problem.

Wendy put down the glass with a conflicted face and quickly stood up with him. "... Let me accompany you!"