Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 390

Wendy sat on the couch with a teacup in her hand and blew the suspended tea leaves on it, trying to pretend that she didn't hear anything but to say that her mood was not affected at all was absolutely false. Fortunately, it didn't take long for Farr to appear.

At the same time, those who were gossiping outside also dispersed.

"Miss Lim, Mr. Flogg wants to see you!"

"Okay." Wendy nodded.

Putting down the teacup that she had yet to drink, she followed Farr out of the living room.

The door of the president's office was open, only Charlie was sitting alone in the high-backed chair, and there was no sign of Madge. In the ashtray, there was a cigarette butt that had just been put out, and the smell of tobacco had not completely disappeared.

Farr closed the door behind Wendy and then she walked in.

There was a proposal on the desk. Obviously, Madge was sitting on the opposite chair just now. Wendy pursed her lips and didn't immediately sit down. Instead, she couldn't help but blurt out, "Finished meeting your fiancee?"

As soon as she said that, she couldn't help feeling a little annoyed. What's wrong with her? She's obviously acting natural and graceful, but now she's acting like a complaining woman. She knew that she didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Maybe she was just influenced by the gossips of those female employees.

"Who said she wouldn't be jealous?" Charlie saw the situation and spat it out.

"I didn't..." Wendy was embarrassed.

Charlie leaned forward with his upper body and fixed his gaze on her face. "Then what's wrong with you?"

"I'm just..." Wendy bit her lip and thought for a while. In the end, she did not say anything but just said casually, "I just deliberately want to tease you! You deal with the documents. I won't bother you, I'm just going to stay here and brush on Twitter for a while!"

She didn't want to say it, so Charlie didn't force her.

But his deep eyes were narrowed and were always following her beautiful figure, watching her bending over and sitting on the couch. She took out her cell phone from her pocket, then lowered her head and lowered her eyelashes, watching the screen.

After Wendy turned on the software, she brushed up and down a few times.

There were quite a few interesting hot news items that she brushed up on every day when she had time, even though she's not very attached to her cell phone.

At this point, she clicked on each news item to read it, but she barely looked at them before dropping out, wondering if it was her mood or not. Suddenly, a shadow appeared in front of her. Wendy looked up and saw Charlie get up from his desk at some point and walk up to her, looking down at her in a condescending manner.

"Well, what's the matter?"

Charlie twitched his thin lips and suddenly said, "It's been a long time since I've had your coffee."

"Do you want to drink now?" Wendy was stunned.

In the past, when they were in love, he had always loved her coffee as well as noodles.

"Yes." Charlie nodded.

"There's maltose in the pantry, right?" Wendy put the phone back in her pocket and asked. When she saw him nodding again, she stood up from the couch and said, "Well, I'll go make you some coffee now!" Charlie suddenly stopped her and said, "Give me the ring."

"What are you doing?" Wendy asked, puzzled.

"Nothing." Charlie's expression was the same as ever, and he didn't say anything else.

Wendy was confused about what he was trying to do, but she took off the diamond ring on her ring finger and handed it to him carefully, just as he said.

It was the first time she had taken it off since he had put it on her.

She was afraid that she would lose it, so she almost never let it out of her sight. She even wore it when she was taking a shower.

Charlie took the ring and still didn't explain. He just said, "You go to make coffee first." "Oh." She nodded.

After coming out of the president's office, Wendy closed the door and looked at the pantry diagonally opposite. She took a deep breath and walked over. There were several female staff members in the pantry. It just so happened that two of them were the same ones who were at the door in the living room. When Wendy went in, she felt that all the eyes were coming towards her.

Without looking away, she walked to the coffee machine, found the filter paper and ground the coffee with her head down. Just as she had expected, it wasn't long before there were voices behind her, and although they kept their voices low and the volume low, she would still be able to hear them in the same space after all.

"I saw Mr. Hogg's fiancee leave just now!"

"No wonder. As soon as the fiancee left, she entered the president's office and came to the pantry to make a cup of coffee for Mr. Hogg! It seems that as a mistress, I must say she really got something." "Don't envy her! What's the point of that? She's just a mistress, she can't be exposed to the public..."

Wendy gripped the filter in her hand and felt that her spine was getting stiffer and stiffen

With those voices, her head couldn't help but get lower and lower. But soon, she felt that she did not need to care about what others thought. They could say whatever they liked to say, and there was no need for her to be affected by the words of unrelated people.

Thinking of this, Wendy's body and expression were much more natural, and she focused on the action in her hands.

As the machine ran, the smell of coffee slowly spread out.

When Wendy placed maltose in it, there was a calm but familiar sound of footsteps behind her.

"Mr. Hogg!"

The people in the pantry were already greeting him in unison.

Wendy turned around in surprise and said, "Well, aren't you having work to do? Why did you come out?"

Charlie didn't answer her. Instead, he reached out a big hand towards her, took the cup of coffee from her hand and brought it to his lips. He tasted it and took a small sip. His brows arched up slightly, as if he was admiring the taste.

"Not bad, the taste is still the same as before."

Wendy wanted to ask, after four years, did he still remember?

Just when the words were on her lips and she suddenly remembered the noodles, she could be sure that he had remembered all along.

Wendy's still holding the cup, close to his mouth. As he drank coffee, she would rub his chin every time. Her face gradually turned a little red. After all, it was a public place in the pantry, and there were many people watching them nearby. She withdrew her hand in embarrassment.

Charlie didn't stop her, but when her hand was hanging down, he picked it up again.

"How old are you? You're still careless and sloppy!"

Wendy looked at him blankly. When she was puzzled by his words, she saw him take out the diamond ring from his trouser pocket and then bowed his head to put it back on her ring finger and said to her, "I think I've told you that you should wear it on you hand forever. How can it drop on the ground? Fortunately, I picked it up, otherwise, I'll punish you!"

She slightly opened her mouth and looked at him in a daze.

Charlie's actions didn't avoid others, and the volume was just right for everyone's ears.

The two female employees who were gossiping before looked at each other, and held their breath in unison.