Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 396

Charlie frowned and looked at the phone again.

There was not much emotion on his face, even a little bit of revulsion, and he had no intention of calling back.

However, before he put the phone in his pocket, the vibration sounded again, and "Sunny", the same caller ID on the screen as before, it seemed that she wouldn't stop until he answered.

Wendy saw a lump between his eyebrows. Fearing that he would be embarrassed, she pulled himself out of his arms. "You take it. I'll go to the kitchen to cook!"

Before he could react, she turned around and hurried downstairs.

In the kitchen, Aunt Lee had already prepared the dishes and was about to call her over to cook.

Wendy took the apron and put it on. Then, she replaced Aunt Lee's work and began to get busy in front of the stove, with the cooker hood buzzing.

Sumptuous four courses and one soup with meat and vegetables, very balanced nutrition. When she brought out the last soup bowl, Larry had already washed his hands and was sitting on the dining chair. He kept swallowing saliva with his small mouth open, which looked particularly cute.

Wendy fondled his little face and said, "My sweety, are you hungry? Now we can have dinner!" "Thank you, Wendy-"

After Larry finished, he buried his head and gobbled down the food.

Wendy didn't sit down immediately but walked out of the restaurant. She looked around and didn't see the tall figure, and it seemed that the suit jacket on the arm of the couch had disappeared.

She frowned and asked Aunt Lee who just came out of the living room, "Aunt Lee, Charlie returned to the study again?"

"Mr. Hogg is out!" Aunt Lee answered.

"He's out?" Wendy was astonished.

"Yes, just when you go in to cook, he took the phone and left!" Aunt Lee nodded and continued to say, "Mr. Hogg asked me to tell you that you and the young master should eat first. Don't wait for him! He's out meeting someone, something needs to be taken care of, just save him dinner!"

Wendy didn't ask any more questions, and she could already guess what was going on.

Madge called him, and he went out at this time, he must have gone to see Madge...

"Oh." She pursed her lips and answered in a low voice.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sky was gradually falling, a hanging moon hung high in the deep blue night, and a few stars were twinkling all around.

It was very quiet in the villa. The upstairs was quiet, and only the sound from the TV downstairs could be heard. The only thing that was lit in the living room was a floor lamp, and Wendy sat on the couch with the remote control in her hand, her mind not on the TV show at all, her eyes always looking at the direction of the entrance, and with every second of time passing, the corners of her mouth tightened a bit. Wendy looked down at her watch.

It had been four hours since he went out in the evening...

It was different from the last time he had a drink with Felix in New York, the burning feeling of waiting, like a cat's claws scratching at her heart.

Wendy didn't know how long it took, but the sound of a car engine came from the courtyard and she listened with ears bated, and when she heard the sound of the combination lock unlocking from the entrance, she immediately withdrew her eyes.

She leaned back on the couch and stared at the TV for an instant.

Even though the TV series had already finished airing for commercials, she couldn't take her eyes off of it and seemed to be particularly absorbed in it.

Soon after, there was the sound of steady footsteps approaching from afar.

Charlie took off his suit jacket. As he unbuttoned his shirt cuffs, he asked, "Have Larry fallen asleep?"

"Yes." Wendy responded.

"You've been waiting for me?" Charlie asked again. "No." Wendy's eyes were still on the TV. Seeing this, Charlie turned around and looked in the direction of the dining room. "Did you save me dinner?" "Yes." Wendy said in a low voice.

It was as if she had done it on purpose. From beginning to end, she only answered him with one word, not another word more.

"Wendy, I'm very hungry and my stomach hurts a bit."

Wendy was sitting still, holding the remote control. She wanted to tell him to look for himself in the kitchen, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught him raising his hand to his stomach, and within two seconds, she was standing up from the couch.

She cursed to herself for being so useless, but she still walked to the kitchen.

She didn't save him dinner on purpose, but after she finished eating with Larry, she stir-fried a plate of beef and a plate of vegetables for him separately, always kept warm with the soup in the pot, and Now turn on the stove, and she can take it out for to eat in less than two minutes.

Wendy brought them out of the kitchen, and Charlie also pulled out the chair opposite him.

She handed over the chopsticks. Instead of sitting down to accompany him, she whispered, "Enjoy it, I'm going upstairs."

After that, she deliberately bypassed the dining room on the other side of the dining table.

Charlie finished his meal and went upstairs. Wendy seemed to have just taken a shower in the bedroom and was lying on the bed. He glanced at her, and without saying anything, he went into the bathroom quietly.

When he came out of the bathroom, Wendy, who was lying on her pillow looking at the lamp, closed her eyes instantly at the sound of footsteps.

Seeing this, he did not expose her, but just raised his eyebrows with a faint smile.

Dropping the towel in his hand on the nightstand, Charlie lifted the covers and lay in, reaching out to grasp her shoulders.

"Don't touch me. I'm asleep..."

Wendy moved backward and muttered.

Charlie held back the smile on his thin lips and pretended to be surprised. "Are you still talking while you're asleep?"

Wendy bit her lips and had to open her eyes. She looked at his face that was close at hand and averted her eyes again.

"I went out in the evening to meet Sunny." Charlie held a strand of her hair in his hand.

"I know!" Wendy said, pursing her lips.

Charlie finally couldn't hold back his laughter and said, "Don't you want to know what I've done with her?"

"No..." Wendy's eyelashes drooped.

However, it was obvious that she was not telling the truth.

When she saw him sniffing something, she couldn't help but frown and ask, "Charlie, what are you smelling?"

"This room doesn't smell right." Charlie said seriously.

"What's wrong..." Wendy sniffed as well.

Charlie's eyes shone, "It smells sour!"

"..." Wendy glared at him in embarrassment and turned over, leaving him only a back of her head. "I'm really sleepy. I'm going to sleep!"

However, not long after she closed her eyes, her nose was pinched by the hand he reached over.

Wendy struggled for a few seconds, and then she couldn't breathe.

"

Hey!"

She was completely angry this time.

Charlie's chest rose and fell slightly, and his low and deep laughter came out again.

Rarely did he get to see her like this, like an annoyed kitten with fur standing on end.

Despite her struggle, Charlie grabbed her in his arms and placed his chin against her head, "I went out to meet with Sunny because she told me on the phone that she had a lead on the hit-and-run driver who hit Larry."