Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 308

Wendy blinked her eyes and was sure that it was Charlie lying on the bed.

He didn't seem to see her coming, his deep eyes were closed all the time as if he was asleep.

Wendy looked around and found that there was no one else in the suite except Charlie, who was lying on the bed. But Donna said on the phone... She bit her lips, feeling like she was familiar with the trick.

Wendy let go of the quilt in her hand. She straightened up and was about to leave, but when her eyes swept over his frowning eyebrows, she paused.

She held her breath and observed him for a few seconds, gradually feeling that something was wrong.

The quilt was lifted a little more, and his right hand tugged at the shirt on his chest, which already had several buttons ripped off. His whole face was very red as if he was suffering a lot, which made his frown grow deeper and deeper. Moreover, his short hair was dripping with water, and the pillow was wet.

Wendy reached out and gave Charlie a gentle push. "Uh, Charlie..."

Charlie didn't react much, but when she withdrew her hand, he caught her hand all of a sudden. Wendy was shocked by his actions and shocked by his body temperature. It was extremely and abnormally hot. There were beads of sweat on his nose and temples, but it didn't look like he was sick...

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and both her hands reached out at the same time.

Before she could react, he pulled her to his chest. While she was struggling to get up, she felt Charlie's private part standing up. Swallowing her saliva, she looked down and saw Charlie's half-closed eyes. His consciousness didn't seem to be very clear.

There were two similar experiences, and Wendy was certain about one thing.

Someone must have drugged him!

Realizing the possibility, she became overwhelmed.

Well...

What should she do?

Moreover, from the looks of his appearance, the medicinal effect seemed to have completely risen at this moment. Wendy was clearer than anyone about the power of this kind of medicinal pill. If he really was drugged, then it would be useless even if she sent him to the hospital. All she could do was...

Before she could figure it out, Charlie suddenly turned over and pressed her under his body.

"Oh..."

His thin lips kissed her fiercely, and their tongues entwined. Just when Wendy got a chance to take a deep breath, the shirt on her chest was ripped open in the next second. "Charlie, don't..."

The following words didn't come out, and were all shattered into pieces in the air.

Only the sound of breathing could be heard in the room.

The next day, a taxi stopped in front of the apartment building.

When Wendy came down, she looked around as if she was a thief. When she entered the building, she was also sneaky and afraid of being discovered.

When the elevator arrived at her floor, she felt her legs trembling when she took a step forward.

She knew all about the physical strength and needs of Charlie in bed, not to mention he's encouraged by drugs last night.

Wendy hadn't had sex with anyone for over four years, and was almost carried away by him last night! She wondered how long they did it last night. She was in a panic, and couldn't resist the strength and speed he gave her.

At dawn, she picked up her clothes and put them on to escape before Charlie woke up.

It wasn't just the legs, it felt like the arms were struggling with every movement.

Wendy took out the key and opened the door. When she closed the door, she slowly breathed out a sigh of relief. She had returned to a safe place, and finally felt relieved. She deliberately lowered her steps. It was still early, and she was afraid that she would wake up Emily, who now needed more rest as a pregnant woman.

But she didn't expect that when she trembled and walked in, she would see Simon and Emily standing in front of the table.

There were bags on the table, steaming hot. That should be breakfast. Simon's right hand was holding Emily tightly, and his peach blossom eyes were narrowed. The two were confronting each other, one tall and the other short.

"Let go!"

"What if I don't?"

Emily struggled hard, but still didn't break free. "Simon, I said, let me go!"

Wendy wanted to return to the room quietly, but her hands and feet were weak, and accidentally dropped the key when she was halfway to her room, making a big noise. Both Simon and Emily looked over. But even so, Simon still didn't let go.

Wendy said awkwardly, "Er, I'm sorry, I..."

Before Wendy could finish, Emily's face suddenly changed, then she covered her mouth with her hand.

Simon saw the situation and let go of Emily's hand.

Emily directly turned her head and ran to the bathroom, putting her arms on the face washing pool. She bowed her body and kept vomitting, as if she were going to spit out her heart and lungs. Simon followed Emily in quick steps. "Emily, what's wrong with you?"

Wendy also hurried over and asked, "Emily, are you alright?"

Since Emily hadn't eaten anything in the morning, she hadn't spit anything out. She turned on the tap and washed herself with cold water, and the sense of nausea had been suppressed. "I'm fine!" Emily shook her head.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you so pale? Go to the hospital with me and I'll replace someone to do a check-up for you!" Simon frowned and was about to reach out to hold her hand. "No!" Emily dodged and quickly came up with an excuse. "I just ate some spicy skewers last night. I feel a little uncomfortable with my stomach!"

"Why are you eating that junk food again!" When Simon heard this, he instantly sank his eyebrows, especially when he saw her frail appearance, he couldn't help but become furious, "I've told you so many times, why aren't you listening to me?! Your stomach is very fragile, and food from roadside stands was dirty, don't eat it!"

Although his voice was a little loud, the concern in his tone couldn't be concealed.

The corners of Emily's mouth squirmed, but when she thought of something, she bowed her head and said, "I know, Dr. Chin!"

The way she called Simon caused Simon's expression to become ugly.

The blue veins on his neck were almost popping out. Fortunately, the phone rang, so Simon put it beside his ear.

It seemed that there was an emergency case in the hospital, so he was asked to go back immediately. Simon stared at Emily silently for two seconds, and finally left without looking back. Seeing the door closed, Wendy sighed and asked, "Emily, are you feeling better?"

"Much better!" Emily nodded. She looked in the direction of the entrance and grumbled, "Seriously! He just won't allow me to live in peace early in the morning! I think I'll have to raise a Tibetan mastiff, if he comes again, I'll let my dog bite him!"

"... Really?" Wendy asked.

"Why can't I?" Emily's voice became lower and lower at the end.

Wendy sighed again and helped Emily back to the bedroom.

After drinking a cup of hot water, Emily felt much better. She began to question Wendy, "Where did you go last night? You didn't come home. Did you stay at Mr. Hogg's again?"

"No..." Wendy shook her head in embarrassment.

"Really?" Emily expressed great doubt.

"Yes..." Wendy said in a soft voice.

Emily raised her eyebrows and pointed at Wendy's neckline. "Wendy, the hickies on your neck has sold you out!"