Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 366

When the two of them looked over, they saw that Madge was running towards them quickly.

Wendy frowned. She didn't expect Kim to be with his daughter, but it was too late for her to avoid Madge in advance.

But Madge seemed to be much more nervous, stepped forward between them, and took Kim's arm, "Dad, I thought I told you to wait for me on the couch!"

"I'm feeling a little hot and stuffy, so I came out for some fresh air!" Kim explained with a smile.

Madge looked at Wendy and then at her father. She asked tentatively, "Dad, when did you and Miss Lim get to know each other?"

"We met by coincidence." Kim replied, always smiling. "I didn't expect to meet her here. We just talked for a while, and Miss Lim told me a local method for treating my stomach problem. I can try it when I go back!"

Madge maintained her expression and took her father's arm to the side of the road. "Dad, the driver is here, let's go!"

"Okay!" Kim replied then nodded at Wendy.

Wendy nodded back as well.

As she watched the father and daughter get into the limousine, she wondered if it was just her illusion, but she felt that Madge didn't seemed to want her to have more contact with Kim... "Wendy, what are you looking at?"

Her knees felt warm, and a soft child's voice rang out.

Wendy crouched down, put the little jacket in her hand on Larry, and then picked him up. Seeing that Charlie was watching her, she shook her head and said, "Nothing..."

They got in the car and the white Land Rover drove back to the villa at a steady pace in the neon night.

After playing all day, Larry yawned when he got into the car, and his little head was pecking like a chicken pecking at rice, making him drowsy. However, he insisted on waiting until he got home so that Wendy could cuddle him.

When they arrived home, Wendy had Larry in her arms, and Charlie had opened the car door for her.

She whispered a thank you and walked to the villa, holding Larry's butt.

The first floor was quiet. They had called home in the evening and asked Uncle Lee and Aunt Lee not to wait for them, so Uncle Lee and Aunt Lee had gone to bed. They then went straight up to the second floor.

Charlie's tall figure followed behind her, blocking the light.

When she was almost at the children's room, Charlie strode forward and unlocked the door for her, as he had done when she got off the car.

There were no lights on in the room, but the bright moonlight from the windows spread out over a wide area, reflecting the lights in the hallway.

As she passed by Charlie, Charlie's quiet voice sounded in her ear, "Don't forget what you promised during the day."

"I won't..." Wendy bit her lip.

Larry, lying on her shoulder, with sleepy eyes, said, "Wendy, what's up?"

"Uh, nothing! Sweety, you must be sleepy, let's go back to the room!" Wendy patted his little back hurriedly. After that, she walked quickly into the room and did not dare to look back until the door was closed from the outside.

Larry was too sleepy. Not long after he laid down on the pillow, he couldn't resist the drowsiness and fell asleep.

Wendy dried off a warm towel from the bathroom, knelt beside the bed, carefully wiped his little arms and legs, and then help him changed into a set of pajamas before taking a shower herself. After getting out of the bathroom and laying down under the covers, Larry rolled into her arms spontaneously when he felt her scent.

After kissing her son's forehead, Wendy didn't go to sleep right away, but picked up her cell phone.

With a wall between her and Charlie, she withdrew her gaze and began to edit the text message, then found the number and sent it out, "You haven't told me what "I'll tell you tomorrow."

The message was answered quickly and the screen lit up soon. Wendy bit her lower lip.

Turning the phone off farther away, she gently shifted to a different position, but couldn't sleep.

In the bedroom filled with masculine scent, Wendy had her hands behind her back.

She licked her lips and looked at the man who was sitting lazily. "Well, Charlie, what do you want from

you want..."

me...

"Take off your clothes!" Charlie raised his eyebrows. "You..." Wendy bit her lip.

"You promised me. Don't you remember?" Charlie's long legs were swaying.

Wendy swallowed her words.

Thinking of what she had promised, she had to lower her head, unbutton her clothes, and then took off her clothes.

Charlie's eyes were fixed on her. He raised his hand and said, "And all the others inside, take them off!"

"..." Wendy had no choice but to continue.

She felt a chill in the air and tried to wrap her arms around herself. Her face was hot like a patient with a high fever, her breathing was out of control, and she felt every cell in her body tremble. "Charlie, what on earth do you want to do..."

At the same time, Charlie suddenly stood up and approached her with big steps.

Then, with a tightening of the waist, she was carried and pushed onto the bed beside her. The bed was filled with the smell of male virility between the sheets, and when she tried to open her mouth, it was blocked by his lips and tongue., "Hmm..."

She was getting hotter and felt like the ceiling was getting farther away from her...

There's morning light in the corner of her eyes. She opened her eyelids, still half asleep and half awake.

When she looked down, she realized that the hot feeling on her neck was not from Charlie, but from Larry, with a similar profile to Charlie. He was blinking his big black grape-like eyes and poking her face with his little hand.

When he saw her wake up, he immediately spoke in a soft, sticky voice, "Wendy, rise and shine~"

Wendy gulped and realized that she was just dreaming.

She sat up with a flushed face, afraid that someone would know what was in her dream, and looked up to replace that the curtains could no longer block the sunrise outside.

She busily lifted the blanket and carried Larry to the bathroom to wash up.

Half an hour later, the mother and son went downstairs. Aunt Lee had already made breakfast. In the dining room, Charlie was sitting at the dining table with a cup of black coffee in his hand, and Donna, who was sitting with her legs crossed, was next to Charlie.

When Wendy saw this, she cried out in surprise, "Aunt, you're here!"

"Yes!" Donna blinked at her. "Granny!" Larry also obediently called out to Donna.

"Larry, come and sit here!" Donna put down the toast she was biting into her mouth and waved.

Donna lovingly stroked Larry's little head, glanced at her nephew, and then looked up at Wendy as she watched Larry drink milk from a cup in both hands, "Wendy, I came here today to borrow Larry for a day! In fact, I want to take him back to Hogg's Mansion. Some time ago, Larry was injured, and we never told my brother. He hasn't seen his grandson for a long time, so I thought I'd take Larry there for a day!"

Wendy could forget about what happened four years ago for now, but Larry was the bloodline of the Hogg family, and it's understandable Gilbert missed his grandson, and it's reasonable Larry went to visit his grandfather.

"Okay..." Wendy nodded her head softly.

"Great!" Donna said with a smile.

After breakfast, Larry, who had changed his clothes, was led out of the villa by Donna.

The black BMW drove into the yard, and Donna waved her hand at them after the safety seat was installed, "Charlie, Wendy, you go into the house! Don't worry, I'll send Larry back after dinner!" Wendy nodded, but she still didn't move.

In fact, she still wanted to spend every second of every day with her son, if only for personal reasons.

After seeing the BMW disappear in front of the courtyard, and the sound of the engine could not be heard, Wendy turned around and walked to the villa.

As she entered the entrance to change her shoes, Charlie, who was walking in front of her, suddenly dropped the sentence, "Come to my bedroom later."

Almost instantly, Wendy thought of the text message from last night.

"Oh..." She hesitated and nodded.

Charlie changed into his slippers and was the first to walk up the stairs with his hands in his pockets and a languid pace.

Thinking about the dream in the morning, Wendy's heartbeat seemed to be a little overwhelmed, and even her pulse seemed to be unsteady.

She didn't follow immediately but dilly-dallied her way to the kitchen, where Aunt Lee was busy at the stove with fresh, unwashed vegetables on the marble countertop.

She came forward without a word, and helped to wash it up.

When Aunt Lee, who was turning off the faucet, noticed this, she immediately panicked and came to stop her, "Oh, Miss Lim, how can you do this! Put it here. When I finish .cleaning the cooker hood, I'll do it!" "It's OK, I can do it!" Wendy hurriedly said.

"Thank you! You really don't need to do this, or I will have nothing to do later!" Aunt Lee shook her head and snatched all the vegetables from her hands.

Although Wendy cooked for Larry and Charlie every morning, noon, and night, she just cooked only, and Aunt Lee almost never let her do the rest of the chores. To someone who had been there, Aunt Lee knew that Wendy was not only a guest in the house but also a future hostess.

"Well, then let's clean the cooker hood together?" Wendy walked to the stove and picked up the rag on it.

"No, no!" Aunt Lee came forward again to stop her. "Miss Lim, it's my job. If you help me do it, I'll be embarrassed to collect a paycheck from Mr. Hogg."

Aunt Lee didn't know what Wendy was thinking at that moment, but thought Wendy was just feeling lost because the young master wasn't home, so she smiled and soothed Wendy, "Miss Lim, please go upstairs and lie down for a while, or you can go on the Internet to watch TV. The weekend passed quickly, and the young master will come back in the evening!"

Wendy bit her lips and sighed silently.

The phone in her pocket suddenly buzzed.

She took it out and looked at it. It was from Charlie. He was asking her, "Why haven't you come up yet?"

Wendy licked her lips and had to come out of the kitchen and dillydallied for another two or three minutes before she slowly went upstairs.

The door of the first bedroom by the stairs was open, wide open, and Charlie was standing with his back to the window, smoking, and the sunlight was casting a golden border around him. Wendy took a deep breath and tried to be calmer.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door.

At the sound of the voice, Charlie turned around just in time to exhale a smoke ring, white smoke scattered around his face, and then the hand 'Close

holding the cigarette was raised towards her," the door."

Wendy's scalp turned numb.