Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 367

Wendy hesitated and turned back to close the door bit by bit.

"Click", the door was tightly locked, and she swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva.

The image of her dream clearly floated in her mind, Wendy was so nervous that her palms started to sweat, suddenly began to regret yesterday's hasty promise. She should have asked...

When she dilly-dallying turned around, Charlie had already put out his cigarette and was walking toward her with something, his tall figure blocking a large portion of the sunlight, tugging at his lips, "Go change your clothes."

"I don't want to take off my clothes!" Wendy blurted out.

"What did you just say?" Charlie raised his eyebrows.

"Well..." Wendy bit her lip, just realized that there seemed to be something not quite right, squeezing the palm of her hand, too nervous to fully hear what he said, hesitantly asked, "Then what did you just... say?"

"I said, you should go to the locker room inside and change your clothes."

Charlie looked down at her from above, patiently repeating word for word.

Then, with his deep eyes looking at her, like a smile, but not a smile, he said, "Well, I don't mind if you'd rather just change it here."

Wendy's head was rumbling and the toes in her slippers were curling with shame.

Only then did she notice that he was holding a suit of clothes in his hand, her whole face exploded red, and after taking it, she ran towards the direction of the locker room, "I'm going to change right now..." The door of the locker room was locked from the inside. Wendy raised her hand and clenched her fist, hitting it on the head.

How embarrassing!

After calming down, Wendy realized that she was dressed in a horse-riding outfit.

She was bewildered and wondered what he was up to. In view of the embarrassment she had just made of herself, she quickly changed and looked at herself in the mirror.

It was a black double-breasted riding outfit, with white breeches tucked into black riding boots.

Wendy couldn't help but look twice, feeling cooler than ever before, and before she went out, she raised her head and tied her hair into a ponytail.

She pushed the door of the locker room open and found that Charlie had also changed into a horse-riding outfit. The previous outfits were all left at the end of the bed.

Charlie heard the sound and looked back, "Ready?" "Yes..." Wendy nodded her head.

"Let's go." Charlie said, pursing his lips. "Where are we going?" Wendy was confused.

"The stable," Charlie glanced at her and explained, "I have already made an appointment."

Wendy watched his tall figure walk out first and silently followed behind.

The white Land Rover drove along the river, and after more than half an hour, they arrived at an open-air stable on the outskirts of the city.

After parking the car, Wendy still followed Charlie inside. In the car, she quietly checked it out, and she didn't know if he was intentional or not, but the riding outfit Charlie was wearing was exactly the same as hers, just like a couple's wear.

As soon as they entered through the entrance, they were handed a professional saddle and helmet by a staff member, who then took them to a stall to select a horse.

From the luxury car parked outside, it could be seen that this stable was also very luxurious. As Wendy looked around, she could see many thoroughbreds all over, their hairs shining one by one. Wendy had never seen so many horses except on television.

Charlie seemed to be well versed in horsemanship, and shortly after entering, he stood in front of a brown horse with white lightning on its head, reaching out and smoothing its sideburns. Wendy asked uncertainly, "Do we have to ride?"

"Yesterday at the amusement park, you kept staring at me, didn't you also want to ride the horse?" Charlie looked sideways at her, raised his eyebrows and asked slowly, "Or, do you want to ride me like Larry?"

Riding him...

Could he not be so ambiguous, and she clearly didn't mean that...

She did stare at the father and son at that moment, but she simply found the image very sweet.

Wendy didn't bother to correct him, but had already been unable to resist the doubt in her heart, and asked him uncertainly, "Charlie, the benefits you said yesterday... are just to let me ride with you?" "Yes." Charlie nodded.

Seeing her look of surprise, he deliberately raised his voice, "What, do you have other ideas?"

Wendy bit her lip.

She looked at him with some doubt, her eyes still full of uncertainty.

It had happened before when he helped her successfully convince the interviewer, at the time he asked her for a reward, a kiss. She thought he would ask for something similar this time, or even more, but he just asked her to ride the horse?

Charlie patted his horse and said meaningfully, "If you do, I'll try my best to satisfy you."

"Hurry up and pick your horse!" Wendy said awkwardly.

Five minutes later, Charlie led the brown horse into the field, and then took her to the front, and then told her about the things that needed to be paid attention to. It was like the first time he taught her to shoot. Wendy had never ridden a horse in her life and was somewhat afraid.

Charlie seemed to be able to see through her. He bent over her ear and said, "Don't be afraid. These horses are trained, non-aggressive, and very docile!"

"Okay..." She nodded.

Stepping on the pedals, Wendy tumbled onto the horse.

Charlie didn't ride, but held her reins the whole time and walked slowly around the inner ring of the stable.

It also seemed that she had little fear in her heart because of his presence.

The view was much higher because she's sitting on top of a horse. Wendy rarely looked at Charlie from such a high place, and the sunlight lingered on the contours of his strong, resolute features, with smooth lines and thin lips seemingly paired with a light arc, charmingly touching the heart.

She shifted her gaze to the side for a few seconds before she could calm herself down.

Somehow, since they came in with their horses, they were the only two people in the stable, and aside from the occasional staff member walking around, no other guests were seen.

After two more laps, when Wendy looked over at him again, she felt a little embarrassed to let him lead her horse like a groom, so she couldn't help but say, "Well, Charlie, do you want to get on the horse too?' What she meant was to ask him to choose a horse to ride together with her.

Who knew Charlie, after hearing what she said, stepped on the pedals and rolled over onto her horse and sat behind her.

The saddle was small, it was enough for Wendy, but after Charlie came up, it instantly seemed a lot more crowded, and the two of them had to stick close to each other, almost no gap...

I don't know if it's her illusion or not, but she felt some part of his body was quietly changing.

Wendy tried to move, but there was a hoarse sound in her ear, "Don't move!"

"..." She bit her lips in a panic.

Riding together on the same horse in this way, although she could only see ahead, her body, however, felt him extraordinarily clearly.