Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 170

Charlie stopped.

There was only one person who could call him like this.

With doubts in his heart, he looked at the direction from the sound and saw a slender figure standing next to the marble door of the hotel, holding a bag in her arms. Under the light, she was looking at him with a gentle smile.

Her eyes were as bright as the starlight in the night sky.

He felt as if all his fatigue in the past few days had been swept away by her smile.

Farr, who was following behind Charlie, was even more shocked. "Miss, Miss Lim?"

"Er, it's me!" Wendy walked up to them shyly. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

She had never done such a thing before, so she was a little clumsy now.

Seeing Charlie staring at her in silence, and seeing her foolish look in his black pupils, her face became hot and she said in a bashful voice, "Well, surprise!"

It was indeed a pleasant surprise.

Charlie raised his eyebrows silently.

Although Macau was in the south of the country, it was almost winter now, the night was very cool, about only four or five centigrade. Noticing that her nose had already been red due to the night wind, he couldn't help but frown again.

"How long have you been waiting here?" Charlie asked in a deep voice.

"Well, it didn't take long. I just arrived when I called you..." Wendy said timidly.

Charlie calculated in his heart that it had been at least three hours since the phone call. Had she been waiting for him here foolishly for these three hours? Wasn't three hours long?

Charlie frowned even more.

Especially when he reached out his hand to pull her up, the cold temperature on her hand made him a little angry. "Why did you stand here? Why didn't you wait inside!"

"Uh." Wendy bit her lip like a child who had done something wrong, and explained, "There are too many people in the hotel. I was afraid that I would miss you inside, I could have a better view outside here..."

Charlie's thin lips were slightly closed, and he just held her hand tightly in silence.

Wendy carefully glanced at his face, and no one could tell whether he was happy or angry. She could not help but feel a little guilty. She was a little regret and wondered if she had bothered him when she came here without saying anything in advance. But at the same time, she inevitably felt a little disappointed in her heart.

When she was thinking this, Charlie suddenly tightened his hand on her waist.

She was brought straight into Charlie's arms, and the back of her head was clasped by his palm.

She raised her head slightly and received Charlie's deep kiss.

Although it was not the first time for Charlie to do this kind of thing, and Farr was also very clever and turned around, Wendy was still very shy.

Originally, she thought it was just a simple kiss, but Charlie curled her tongue and completely ignored her struggling little hands on his chest. She was even slightly quivering because of this deep kiss.

Wendy's face was burning hot, and she didn't dare to look at passers-by.

"Well, fortunately, no one here knows me..."

Charlie held the bag in Wendy's arms. Wendy followed him into the room.

It was a very high- class presidential suite, spacious but not empty. In addition to the living room, there was actually a small kitchen. Everything was prepared well.

Seeing that he put her bag on the sofa, she also took off her bag.

He had been holding Wendy's right hand just now, so Charlie noticed the two band-aids sticking to the back of her left hand by now.

"What's wrong with your hand?"

Wendy didn't notice his line of sight until she heard his words.

The band-aids were given by a police officer. She did not mention a word about the thief. She shook her head and said, "It's okay. I accidentally cut my hand when I was cooking last night."

Charlie nodded and didn't ask more questions. He held her hand up and looked at it. He could not see the wound because of the band-aids.

He poured a glass of hot water and handed it to Wendy. "Don't you have to go to work?"

"I asked for two days off from my supervisor..." Wendy explained. She looked up at him and said shyly, "With the weekend, I can go back with you together..."

"Then why did you come here?" Charlie raised his eyebrows.

Wendy lowered her eyes and hesitated. "Well, you said that you miss me..."

Her face was red and hot. She didn't know whether it was because of the hot water in the cup or something else.

When she raised her eyes again, she found that he had been staring at her with the pair of deep and black eyes. Wendy was a little scared. "Charlie, why are you staring at me..."

"I'm looking at my own girlfriend, is that illegal?" Charlie asked leisurely.

"Then what are you laughing at..." Seeing his thin lips curling up, Wendy felt puzzled.

After she said that, the original faint smile expanded instantly. She bit her lips and said, "Don't laugh!"

Charlie didn't stop. His Adam's apple moved slightly and even his strong chest rose and fell slightly in the air, stimulating her nerves. He stretched out his arms and held her in his arms again. He joked, "My Wendy now knows how to love me."

"..." Wendy's face blushed.

After drinking up a whole cup of hot water, her body became warm, and her fingers were no longer as cold as before. Charlie asked her to take a bath first. She nodded and shyly went to find her pajamas.

Half an hour later, Wendy came out.

She looked around and found that Charlie was still in the living room, with his back to her. She didn't know what he was looking at.

Charlie heard her footsteps and asked in a calm voice, "Did you meet a thief?"

"Eh?" Wendy was stunned.

When she walked over, she found that he frowned, and was looking at her bag.

When she took it off, she deliberately put it on the sofa in a low position. Now it was discovered by him, so she couldn't hide the truth anymore.

"Well..." Wendy nodded and said honestly, "There were too many people on the bus, so I didn't pay attention to it when I got off the bus. When I found out that the bag had been cut open, the things inside had been all gone, but I have already called the police..."

"Did your hand also get hurt at that time?" Charlie pursed his thin lips.

"Well, yes..." Wendy had to admit it, and she tried to relax her tone. "Well, thieves are everywhere. It seems that the security in Macao should be strengthened! Fortunately, I didn't bring the black card you gave me this time, I put it in the drawer, otherwise..."

At the end of her words, her voice became smaller.

Charlie's eyebrows had already darkened. He did not speak anymore but took out his mobile phone and made a phone call.

Soon, there was a knock on the door, and Farr coming in with a medicine box.

Charlie took it and closed the door. He pulled Wendy to sit on the sofa without saying anything.

Seeing his actions, Wendy asked in a low voice, "Charlie, are you unhappy?"

"Did you do it deliberately to make me worried?" Charlie glared at her.

He removed both band-aids on her hand, and saw the cut wound. It was not long but very deep. He could imagine that she must have shed a lot of blood at that time, and she didn't treat the wound properly. What's worse, she dipped her hand in water during the bath, so the wound had begun to inflame.