Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 276

Other neighbors were also looking at her with a smile.

Before Grandma died, Charlie used to come back to the countryside with her. And the small sales department incident caused a sensation. At that time, many people knew that she had a rich boyfriend who drove a fancy car.

Sadly, times have changed...

Wendy smiled and couldn't explain anything.

This time coming back, she had packed clean clothe in the bag early in the morning, and planned to stay in the countryside for a night. When they arrived at the door of the yard, it was getting dark. Charlie opened the car door, but the car's not moving for a long time after starting the engine.

"What's wrong?" Wendy asked.

"The fuel gauge light is on." Charlie frowned and said.

"Ah?" Wendy whispered.

Charlie frowned and pursed his thin lips. In a helpless tone, he said, "There's not much gasoline left in the tank. I'm afraid that we won't be able to hold on until I get out of the town."

Wendy also looked at the fuel gauge through the window, and the light was indeed on.

She found it unbelievable that a veteran driver like Charlie could make such a stupid mistake. Wendy saw Charlie pull out the car key and push the door open, she began to worry. "Then what? There is no gas station in this town, and even if there are cars in town, they're all diesel tricycles, not much help at all. There are some diesel tricycles in the town, but now it's too late to call them..."

"It seems that I may have to sleep over tonight."

In the end, Wendy agreed to his request. From NôvelDrama.Org.

After all, thanks to Charlie, she was able to return to the countryside. She would consider it as returning his kindness.

The house hadn't been lived in for years, and it was thick with dust. Wendy had to clean it for a long time before it finally managed to show some of the appearance of the house. She didn't realize it was almost 8 o'clock, and she's starving.

Looking at the man who was smoking in the peach chair, with his hands crossed in front of him and said, "Well, what do you want for dinner..."

When she went to the kitchen just now, she had already lit the stove. However, there was no food at home, so their dinner was also a problem.

Hearing this, Charlie seemed to think for a while and said, "Let's eat noodles!"

Aunt Lee not only reported his son's sneaking up on her, but also mentioned his son's lack of interest in eating. According to what Aunt Lee said, Larry was always talking about the noodles Wendy made, which could not help but arouse his curiosity.

"Oh..." Wendy was stunned and nodded. Eating noodles was perfect, it's less of a hassle. She said to him, "Then you wait at home first, and I'll go to the shop to buy noodles."

Soon, two bowls of hot noodles were cooked.

Each bowl was decorated with a poached egg and green spring onions.

It seemed that Charlie didn't expect it to be such a simple noodle. He picked it with his chopsticks, and hot air from noodles was sprayed on his face. He silently lowered his head and put the noodles into his mouth, not speaking and giving comments on the taste all the time.

After a bowl of noodles, he looked at her and asked, "Any more noodles?"

"Yes..." Wendy nodded.

She got some more from the pot, watched him finish his noodles and then his soup, and had no idea what it was like.

When it's time for bed, Wendy gave the bedroom to him and slept in her grandmother's former room.

Because the quilts had been left in the closet for a long time, they are useless. She went to the neighbor Aunt Emma's place and borrowed two quilts. One was put on the brick bed, and the other was carried out to the opposite bedroom.

Different from the night in the hotel, Larry was also there. In the dead of the night, there was only Charlie and her. Suddenly, she regretted agreeing with him to stay the night.

The door of Charlie's room was half-closed, but she did not dare to open it rashly. "Knock, knock!"

Wendy raised her hand and knocked on it. "Er, may I go in? I've borrowed the quilt from the next door, and brought it to you..."

"Come in!" A quiet voice came.

Wendy pushed the door open tentatively and saw Charlie, who was sitting on a chair by the window, still dressed and smoking although he had taken off his suit jacket. Wendy breathed a sigh of relief. She was afraid of bumping into something.

"I'll help you put it on the bed..." She walked to the bed with the quilt in her arms.

"Thank you!" Charlie sat still.

Wendy noticed from the corner of her eyes that he had a lighted cigarette in his hand, which was still the same as what he used to be four years ago --cigarette never left the hand. However, she also noticed that he barely smoke when he was with Larry every time.

She could see that he was a good father.

Wendy put the quilt aside, took off the original quilt on the bed, and then covered it with the new one.

She tried to speed up so she could finish laying the quilt and leave the room. When she put the pillow and turned back, she was so shocked.

Charlie walked up behind her silently at some point. His tall figure had shrouded the light above her head. Since he bent over, the shirt on his chest was slightly taut, and the strong muscles inside were partly hidden and partly visible.

"You..." Wendy swallowed her saliva.

She tried to dodge to the side, but he suddenly pulled her arm and then threw her to the bed.

It seemed that Wendy didn't expect such a sudden move, she was caught off guard and fell on the bed. When she looked up, she found that his strong body was already on top of her. They were so close that it was almost seamless, and the scent of masculinity came to her nose.

She bit her lips and reached out to push him. "Charlie... what are you doing?"

"What do you think?" Charlie asked her. Looking down at the pink lips close at hand, he had to control himself so that he would not lower his head and kiss them immediately. He felt that there was blood boiling in his body.

"... Let me go!" Wendy began to struggle.

"What if I don't let you go?" Charlie raised his eyebrows, but he was also surprised at his hoarse voice.

"..." Wendy glared at him.

As soon as she opened her mouth to speak, he kissed her directly as if he was looking for the right time.

She didn't even have time to dodge before she felt his tongue.

Wendy was suppressed by his whole body and couldn't escape. She had to bite him with her teeth. Then, he screamed in pain, and yet his thin lips still hadn't left hers. The smell of blood is spreading, but he kissed her even more fiercely than before. After the kiss, her cheeks turned red due to a long time lack of oxygen.

Just like before, Wendy raised her hand to hit him in shame and anger.

However, this time, before the tip of her finger touched his face, her hand had been quickly grabbed and raised higher than the top of her head at the same time, forming a posture of unable to fight back.

Wendy widened her eyes.

His other big hand slipped through the lower hem of her clothes...