Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 376

The light was on in the downstairs living room, and Charlie was sitting on the couch in his pajamas.

Wendy walked down the stairs. When Charlie heard footsteps, he raised his head and beckoned, "Come here!"

"What on earth do you want me to see?" She asked in confusion.

"What's the rush?" Charlie looked at her from the corner of his eyes.

Immediately, he lifted the remote control he was holding in his hand, and the corresponding picture quickly appeared on the TV.

Wendy didn't know what he was up to, so she looked over. It was not an ordinary TV program, but a video. The room on the screen looked familiar, like the children's room upstairs, and the little baby in the stroller was taking milk, clenching his small fist.

Wendy pointed at the TV in astonishment, "This is..."

"From the day Larry came to me, I have recorded his growth." Charlie put his arm behind her and explained.

Wendy stopped talking and just focused on the TV.

The camera panned to see Larry, wearing a jumpsuit, lying on the bed and crawling a little bit forward.

Charlie had recorded in great detail almost all of Larry's growth over the past four years, including learning to sit up for the first time, learning to walk for the first time, and learning to speak for the first time... When she saw that the first word that Larry spoke was "mom1', her eyes suddenly became sore and hot, and tears filled up the rims of her eyes.

She didn't expect that she had never been there for Larry, but he still called out for her.

Wendy suddenly remembered how Larry looked when he whispered "I don't have a mother1' with a shadow on his face. Wendy felt more and more upset in her heart, and a lot of frustration and self-reproach came up from deep inside.

With a warmth on her shoulders, Charlie reached out and put his arm around her.

Charlie seemed to be able to see through her thoughts and said in a deep voice, "You have a long time to spend with him later."

"Yeah!" Wendy nodded firmly.

Charlie was suddenly very glad that he had done all this and could show it to her now.

When he saw that she was still crying like a bead with a broken string, he held her face in his hands, and in addition to wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, he also took the opportunity to bend down the contours of his face and kissed her tears dry with his thin lips a little bit, his voice low, "Don't cry, my girl."

Wendy sniffed, and the rims of her eyes were red.

Even she didn't know what happened next, but her hands were already on his chest, and the back of her head was clasped in his palm, tilting her head up to take his deeper and deeper kisses. As their lips and tongues entwined, both of them gradually lost control of their emotions.

Wendy was pressed to the corner of the couch by him, and she felt that a big hand was slowly moving up along her waist...

With the crystal chandelier in the top of her head in front of her eyes, she came back to her senses.

Breathing heavily, she reminded him, "This is the living room..."

Now they were the only two quietly in the living room, but the first floor was where Uncle Lee and Aunt Lee lived, although they were old and sleep early, if they accidentally push open the door and get up at night, then she would be so embarrassed...

"Hmm." Charlie's Adam's apple bobbed as he picked her up and said, "Let's go to the bedroom."

As soon as the bedroom door was pushed open, Wendy fell into the big bed.

With his masculine scent on her breath and no lights on, her clothes were unbuttoned one by one in the blink of an eye and thrown to the floor.

When she moaned out, she realized that she had been brought to bed by him in a confused way.

If Charlie didn't have fun in the bathroom the morning before, last night, he was completely crazy and barely stopped for a moment.

As soon as she lowered her eyes and wanted to sleep, he would wake her up again in the next second. He leaped up and pressed her under his strong body, looking so anxious like a man looking for a spring in the desert...

As a consequence, Wendy woke up the next morning with bones that looked like they were falling apart.

The decoration in her line of sight was filled with masculine scent, which also reminded her of last night's madness.

She raised her hand and found that she was naked under the quilt.

Wendy looked around and found that she was the only one on the big bed. The position next to her was already cold. Charlie seemed to have woken up long ago. There was no one in sight. She lifted the quilt, picked up the messy clothes one by one, and put them on one by one.

As she zipped up her jeans and looked up, there was a sudden, slow sound behind her.

"Wendy, you forgot to wear underwear."

Wendy suddenly turned around. At the door of the bathroom, a tall figure was leaning against the wall. His upper body was naked and he only wore a pair of trousers. It seemed that he had washed up and was holding an electric shaver in his hand.

Hearing his words, she realized that he was watching from beginning to end, and her face immediately turned red.

As for her underwear...

She had not forgotten to wear it? It was obvious that someone had torn it to shreds too violently last night!

Wendy stared at him and pointed out with shame and anger, "Why are you peeking at me getting dressed!"

"I'm watching you openly and honestly." Charlie replied in a lazy voice.

"..." Wendy was speechless with anger.

She lifted her leg around the end of the bed, but she had expended so much energy last night that she stumbled before taking two steps and almost fell over.

Charlie's deep laughter came from his chest, "Tired from last night?"

"Yes..." She admitted awkwardly.

The sound of the electric shaver rang. Charlie raised his hand and cleaned the new stubble on his chin. Wendy took the opportunity to escape from the scene as soon as possible. Not long after she took two steps, the sound suddenly stopped, and Charlie's tall figure stood in front of her.

"What's wrong..." Wendy's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Charlie shifted his gaze from the shaver in his hand to her face. He raised his eyebrows and said, "I suddenly remembered that a woman had said she couldn't get over me."

"Well, I didn't mean it..." Wendy revealed an awkward expression.

"I don't think so. After all, I have evidence." Charlie raised his eyebrows.

"...What kind of evidence?" She took a small step back.

"This is the evidence." Charlie approached her, reached out his hand, and picked up the small key in her collar. Every time they were doing that last night, his thin lips brushed over it several times. His fingers rubbed the outline of the key, and he asked her in a low voice, "Wendy, you've been wearing it all the time in the past four years, right?"

"Yes..." Wendy softly said.

Charlie lowered his deep eyes, put her into his dark pupils, and stroked the ring finger of her right hand. "The ring is the same. Never take it off, and..."

Hearing a deliberate pause in his tone, she waited with bated breath.

"Don't ever leave me again."

It's not like a promise, nor any overbearing tone, but more like a request.

As soon as he finished the last word, his thin lips covered hers.

Four lips pressed against each other, Wendy finally didn't avoid it, and couldn't help but give him a small response as he wrapped his arm around her waist.