Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 285

"Hey, Charlie..."

Subconsciously, Wendy reached out to hold Charlie as much as she could with her body. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

The posture of them at this time was too intimate. She tried to separate a little, especially when she felt that Charlie was very close to her, and he even put all his weight on her. "Don't move, I have a headache!"

Wendy didn't dare to move. A waiter saw this and ran over. It seemed that he recognized Charlie and didn't dare to neglect it. He even called the manager.

"Mr. Hogg, are you all right?" The manager rushed forward and asked, "In addition to four floors of karaoke, our club also provides private rooms for guests to relax. If Mr. Hogg is not feeling well, do you need me to arrange a room for him to lie down first?"

"That'll be perfect..." Wendy nodded when she saw that Charlie was frowning all the time.

After a bit of hand-wringing, Charlie lay back on the room's soft mattress.

The waiter handed him a glass of warm water, and Wendy took it and thanked the waiter. She gave Charlie warm water along with the pills that she had been holding in her hand. After watching Charlie finish drinking, she then put the cup on the bedside table next to her. She observed his expression and asked, "Charlie, are you feeling better now?"

"Yes." Charlie pulled out his lips.

Charlie didn't know if it's the pills, but he didn't feel that tingling pain anymore. Even the images and voices had disappeared.

Wendy was worried and asked again, "Er, is it nerve pain again... Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"You care about me so much?" Charlie raised his eyebrows.

"..." Wendy widened her eyes.

There was still a manager and a waiter in the room, but she somehow blushed.

Just as she was about to refute, Charlie said, "No, there's no need. I'll just lie down for a while."

Then, as the taller body lay down, he rested directly on the pillow, with his deep eyes slightly closed.

The manager standing next to him said respectfully, "Mr. Hogg, we'll go out first. If you are not comfortable, you can stay here for a night. Please call us at any time!"

Charlie replied with a "Hm".

As soon as he finished speaking, the manager left in a hurry with the waiter.

After the door was closed, there were only the two of them left. Wendy was still observing his face. It seemed that he looked much better. Except for the frowning eyebrows, there was nothing unusual.

Feeling that his breathing was getting longer and longer, Wendy realized that he was going to sleep here for a night, so she was ready to get up and leave.

As soon as she moved, her hanging hand was caught by him.

Wendy frowned. "Hey..."

Charlie seemed to have fallen asleep, and there was no reaction.

She lowered her head and tried to get rid of his big hand, but it didn't work even after a long time. His eyebrows were still knitted tightly. Thinking of his headache before, she was afraid that her action would wake him up.

Wendy had no choice but to sit down again.

The phone vibrated in her pocket. It was Coral who called her. Coral must have been worried about her because she had left for a long time.

Wendy didn't pick up the phone, afraid that it would wake Charlie up, so she had to hang up and send a message to Coral, saying that she had got something going on at the moment, so she left.

The room became quieter and quieter, leaving only the sound of two people's breath.

Wendy couldn't leave. Somehow sleepiness came, and after yawning, she actually also fell asleep on the edge of the bed.

It was not until the morning light came through her eye corners that she realized that it was dawn.

She turned over and felt a warm touch.

Wendy suddenly opened her eyes, and the rigid face profile was enlarged in her sight. She could see clearly the green stubble growing out of his chin. When she just turned over, one of her legs was hanging on his body, and her waist also got wrapped by a strong arm.

"... Ah!"

She exclaimed.

She sat up in a panic and struggled to push his arms, which still wrapped tightly around her waist, away.

Charlie, who was lying next to her, seemed to have been awoken by her. He frowned slightly and mumbled, "Hmm."

"You... I..." Wendy pointed at him and then herself. She said incoherently, "Charlie, wake up! What's going on between us? Why am I in your bed..."

She clearly remembered that she had been sitting on the edge of the bed when she was falling asleep. Why did she wake up in bed ?

Charlie also held on to his arm and sat up. A light flashed in his eyes and he said slowly, "I should be the one asking you this!"

"..." Wendy bit her lip.

"I was sleeping all the time. Didn't you lie on the bed yourself?" Charlie glanced at her and asked slowly.

"..." Wendy continued to bite her lips.

The accusation in her eyes gradually wavered, and she couldn't help but fall into self-doubt.

Could it be that she climbed onto the bed by herself?

She couldn't remember, and she didn't remember, but she can't rule that out. Last night, Charlie fell asleep first because he was not feeling well. Maybe she felt uncomfortable and climbed on the bed unconsciously. Or it could be said that she couldn't control herself since she hadn't had intimate contact with a man for four years...

That night in the countryside, although Wendy escaped in the end, she couldn't ignore that she still had a reaction to his touch...

The temperature on her face became higher and higher, and she did not dare to think about it anymore.

She lowered her head and looked at herself. Fortunately, except for some wrinkles on her clothes, everything's good.

"Um, maybe I'm in a daze..."

Wendy mumbled, lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed. "Well... I have something else to do. I have to go now!"

Because she was too panic, when she got out of bed, her feet were still hooked with the quilt, and she fell down.

"Boom-"

With a muffled sound, Wendy rolled and climbed up.

Charlie, who was sitting on the bed, asked her kindly, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine..." Wendy shook her head, casually put her shoes on, and trotted out of the room as if she had a tail between her legs.

The door was closed and she ran to the elevator in one breath. Only then did she dare to change back her shoes.

At the thought of sleeping in the same bed with Charlie last night, Wendy's whole face was burning.

She gasped silently. Somehow, she always felt that the bra clasp on her back was a little loose and her chest was a little swollen.

In the room, Charlie did not chase after her. Instead, he put up his pillow and leaned against the head of the bed. He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth elegantly. The lighter shook with the sound of "bang-bang", he then spat out white smoke.

It seemed that he had a good rest, and there was no trace of exhaustion or discomfort on his face.

In the morning light, the pair of deep eyes were slightly narrowed, and the color of the eyes was deep.

In the past four years, he didn't know why he often couldn't sleep. Every night, he always felt that there was something missing, but he couldn't explain what it was. He always needed sleeping pills to get better sleep.

He didn't eat sleeping pills last night. He just hugged her and had a good sleep.