Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 214

As the sun rose, it was another day.

Wendy had been "tortured" for half a night. When she woke up, although she felt tired, her complexion was very good. Her face was tender as if you could get out of the water with a pinch. Obviously, she was satisfied last night.

Being looked at by Donna's mischievous eyes, she was mortified.

The meeting lasted for the whole afternoon. At noon, they had lunch at a restaurant near the office building. After that, the black BMW was waiting by the roadside. The cooperation case had almost been negotiated. Donna suddenly announced that she would go back to Ice City.

On the other side, Secretary Shaw had already taken the lead in getting into the car, leaving only the three of them.

"Eh?" Wendy was stunned. She heard herself asked before she could react, "Aunt, didn't you say that it will take three days..."

"That means you." Donna smiled.

Wendy blinked her eyes, and her face looked confused which meant she still didn't get what Donna was up to.

"Wendy, you can just come back to work on Monday!" Donna couldn't help laughing. She looked at her nephew and said, "These three days, plus the weekend, it's enough for you two to pester each other to the end of the earth, isn't it? You'd better take it easy." Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Wendy finally understood the meaning of the words, then she lowered her head.

After saying a few words, Donna walked to the BMW on the side of the road. Charlie went to open the door in person.

In the early winter sunshine, the black BMW drove away and was finally out of sight.

Wendy suddenly realized that she was the one who was really tricked...

Charlie went back to the company in the afternoon, and she went back to the apartment to wait for him. It seemed that there were a lot of things to deal with. When it was dark, there was a knock outside.

Wendy ran to the door and opened it. She saw Charlie standing outside with the key in his hand.

She was surprised. "Why don't you open the door with your key?"

"Wait for you to open it!" Charlie raised his eyebrows.

Wendy didn't know whether to laugh or cry. What was his logic?

Seeing her running back to the kitchen in a hurry, Charlie bent over to change into slippers, hung his coat, and put down the key.

She might not know that when he drove back, he saw a lamp specially lit for him upstairs. When he came up, someone opened the door for him. He was welcomed by not only a room of warmth, but also the smell of the food, which made his heart peaceful for no reason.

It was like a ship that had no direction for many years and only knew how to move forward, suddenly saw a lighthouse.

Hearing the footsteps, Wendy was about to turn back when she felt an arm wrapped around her waist.

Charlie hugged her from the back and put his hand into her clothes. His cold fingertips chilled her to the bone. However, he lowered his head and put his thin lips close to her, blowing hot air.

Between the hot and cold, Wendy dodged, "Come on... I'm cooking!"

Charlie only tightened his arms, and the gentle kiss fell on her ear. He bit it without warning. It didn't hurt, but it was wet.

Wendy couldn't let go of the spatula in her hand, afraid that he would do something more unrestrained, so she said like comforting a child. "It'll be a while before we can eat! You go take a shower first..."

"Okay." Charlie loosened his grip.

He turned around and walked out of the kitchen. Anyway, he was not in a hurry. There was still a whole night left.

Until the footsteps disappeared in the direction of the bathroom, Wendy touched her ears, which were still hot.

She added the ingredients into the beef pot and filled them with soup. As soon as she turned off the stove fire, there was a knock on the door. She couldn't help but wonder, "Charlie, it seems that someone is knocking on the door!"

"You get the door!"

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Wendy remembered that he was taking a bath, so she put down the spatula and hurried over.

When the door opened, she was stunned.

There was a young girl standing outside. She looked like a newly graduated college student, but the clothes don't match her age. She was wearing a long coat, with a nightdress inside. Her neckline was wide open and her lower hem was very short, and her two white legs were exposed.

In such early winter weather, Wendy felt a shiver.

She suddenly felt that this girl looked familiar and quickly remembered, "Er, you're Charlie's secretary, aren't you? What do you want with him so late?"

The girl was also stunned when she saw Wendy open the door. She heard Wendy speak before she came back to her senses, the expression on her face changing instantly.

"Ah! Yes, I'm Mr. Hogg's secretary!" The female secretary nodded and hurriedly tightened her coat. She wanted to hide the lunch box in her hand, but it was too late. So she handed it over and said, "Nothing. I'm living downstairs. I cooked some chicken soup tonight. I want to send some to Mr. Hogg..."

"Oh, then I will give it to him later." Wendy reached out and took it.

The girl looked in past her. She wanted to say something but stopped on second thought. Finally, she ran away in a hurry.

However, in the process, she even looked back, as if she was unsure of the situation.

Closing the door, Wendy held the lunch box in her arms and pursed her lips.

She remembered this secretary.

The last time she went to the company to pick up Charlie, it was she who took her to his office. At that time, the girl secretly looked her up and down. She still remembered that when the girl bumped into them making out, she could see a young girl's dream broken from her eyes...

"Who knocked on the door?" Charlie walked out of the bathroom.

He's wearing only a towel. The house was heated. He was naked on his upper body, a tangle of strong muscles in the light that seemed to hide a mermaid line, all full of androgynous hormones, which was fascinating.

But it was not just her who was fascinated, but any woman who saw it would be.

"The neighbor downstairs..." Wendy pursed her lips, looked at him, and added, "And she is your female secretary!"

She deliberately bit the last three words hard.

"I think she lives in this building too..."

"Does she? I don't remember." Charlie was indifferent and continued to dry his hair. "What is she doing here?"

"She said she's here to bring you soup..." Wendy said as she gestured at the lunch box in her hand.

Charlie frowned and didn't have any extra expression.

The meal was soon ready, and Wendy brought it to the table. Similarly, there was also the lunch box sent by the female secretary.

She opened it. It smelled good. The chicken bones and meat were separated, and there were green onions on it. It seemed that she had put in a lot of effort.

Seeing that she was staring at him all the time, Charlie twitched his lips. "What are you looking at? Are you going to eat or not?"

"...You don't want this soup?" Wendy bit her lip and asked.

"Nope." Charlie didn't even raise his head.

Wendy closed the lid of the lunch box, and her heart was much lighter.

When Wendy woke up the next day, she was exhausted.

Wendy didn't rest much in bed. Instead, she got up early to wash up and made breakfast. When Charlie was tying his tie in the mirror, she held his suit jacket and stood beside him. After thinking for a while, she said, "Er... Charlie, can I go to the office with you today?"