Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 223

In the evening, when Wendy got off work and came out of the office building, the white Land Rover stopped at the side of the road.

She felt sweet in her heart and quickly walked over.

Charlie opened the door for her from the inside. Wendy sat in and the warmth wafted up her nose It was getting colder and colder in November. There's no telling when this winter's first snow would fall.

They fastened their seat belts and drove the Land Rover into the traffic.

They didn't get off the elevated bridge, and kept driving towards the suburbs.

Wendy sneakily glanced to the side, and saw that Charlie was concentrating on driving, the side lines of his face were rigid and handsome.

Last night in the supermarket, she didn't see the little boxes at the checkout, which meant that he wasn't just saying that. Wendy's heart beat like a war drum the whole time, except they didn't have sex when they got home, because she's happened to be on her period.

In the end, they slept in each other's arms, chatted idly, and decided to see Charlie's mother the next day.

After the Land Rover stopped, Charlie picked up a bunch of carnation on the back seat.

He bought them when they passed by the flower shop. He chose two colors, which were very simple and unsophisticated, but looked very warm. When Wendy thought that he had said that he would only buy flowers for two women, the tip of her heart was hot and trembling.

The cemeteries are all designed in the shape of half a hill, and there were different kinds of cemeteries, like houses. Charlie's mother's tombstone was set up on the top of the mountain, so they needed to take a long hike to get there.

Charlie squinted at her and asked, "Are you tired?"

"Not at all!" Wendy shook her head.

When she spoke, in fact, she's already panting slightly.

The stairs were actually very high, and she's wearing two to three inches heels, which were not as comfortable as flat shoes. She looked up and found that they have just reached half of the way.

When she was about to lift her leg and continue up the stairs, Charlie suddenly thrust the flowers into her hands, and then he walked up to her and squatted down.

Wendy couldn't help but whisper, "Charlie..."

As her legs were lifted up, she had no choice but to lie on his broad shoulders.

Charlie stood straight with his arms around her legs. He kept walking up steadily and held her up from time to time.

Although he was wearing thick clothes, she could still feel his broad shoulders. He was full of strength, which made her feel at ease, just like her father. In fact, when she was a little, Johnny had been very kind to her, and he had carried her like this before.

It was just that Johnny seemed to have changed into another person after Wendy turned eight years old. He's cold to her and to her mother.

Wendy sighed.

When she came to her senses, she found that Charlie's footsteps had slowed down before she could feel it.

"We've arrived?" Wendy couldn't help asking.

"Yes." Charlie nodded.

Wendy looked over and found that not far ahead was like a villa, with a large space around it. There was a black tombstone with a woman's photo on it. It should be taken at a young age. And that woman was very warm, who looked like a good wife and loving mother.

Wendy was anxious. "Then why don't you put me down..."

Wendy quickly jumped down from Charlie's back, with a little embarrassment on her face, and hurried to tidy up her clothes.

Charlie looked at her stupid behavior with a smile. He took her hand, strode to the tombstone, and bent over to put carnation aside the tombstone.

Wendy put her hand into the coat's pocket and said, "Charlie, lend me your lighter!"

There was a confused look on Charlie's face.

As expected, he poured out the lighter in the case and saw that Wendy took out something from her pocket. "What's in your hand?"

"Uh, photos..." Wendy answered honestly.

She turned them over embarrassingly, revealing both of their faces on it. In fact, she secretly took photos of them when they were having breakfast in the morning, and then went to the company to print them out.

Seeing that he raised his eyebrows, Wendy explained, "I will burn a photo of me in front of my mother's tombstone every year, so she could see me on the other side." Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"I also want your mother to see me..."

In the last sentence, there was a little shyness in her voice.

Charlie's throat moved slightly, and he helped her to light the lighter. The flame rose up, and the smell of burnt photos spread. After the photo was burnt to ashes, it fell to the ground, and two debris fell on his leather shoes.

He gazed at her with his deep eyes and said, "She will see it."

"Yes..." Wendy whispered.

It was a cold day, so they did not stay any longer, and were ready to leave the mountain.

After taking two steps, Wendy couldn't help but look back at the tombstone again. It seemed that the photo of Charlie's mother on the tombstone was looking at them with a smile.

This should be considered as a formal meeting with parents, right? Wendy thought sweetly, but when she thought of Charlie's stern father, her heart was still fluttering with fear. She slightly pursed her lips.

The speed of going downhill was much faster than that of going uphill. When Charlie opened the car door for her, his cell phone rang. He took out his phone and took a look. He picked it up while circling around the front of the car.

When he also sat in, he just hung up and said to her, "Aunt Donna called and said that we'll have hot pot together later."

"Oh." Wendy nodded.

Charlie put in the car key and started the engine.

What he didn't say was that what Aunt Donna really want to eat was the food Wendy made for her, but he refused her on the spot, so she chose to eat hot pot outside.

When Charlie drove the Land Rover back to the city, it was early evening when lanterns were first lit. When they arrived at the hot pot restaurant, Donna was already sitting there waiting for them. The table was full of dazzling boiled dishes. The waiter was still serving food to the table. They were eating the old Beijing copper pot hot pot with soup rolling.

"Wendy, come and sit here!"

Donna said as soon as she saw Wendy.

Wendy subconsciously looked at Charlie. Before she could asked his permission, she was pulled to the seat by Donna.

"When I FaceTime your uncle in the afternoon, he really pissed me off! How dare he say that I'm fat recently. Sh*t! I haven't gotten over his growing belly!" Donna was very unpleasant. "So, I'm in a very bad mood now. I can't stand the two of you showing off in front of me!"

"..." Wendy was speechless.

In order to avoid Donna's displeasure, Wendy did not dare to talk with Charlie in front of Donna all the time.

After having two bites of beef, Donna asked Wendy, "Wendy, it's been so long since you got off work. Where did you go?"

"Well." Wendy explained, "Charlie took me to see his mother..."

Donna paused and nodded with a smile.

As if she had thought of something, she looked up at her nephew and said, "By the way, Charlie, what day is this Friday? You haven't forgotten, have you?"

"No, I haven't." Charlie said, pulling his lips.

Wendy, who sat beside him, listened carefully. She was somewhat curious.

Donna said, "I'm going back to the United States tomorrow. I have something to deal with in the company."

"Are you sure you're not going after my uncle?" Charlie raised his eyebrows.

"Forget about him!" Donna glared at Charlie angrily as if she had been got caught red-handed. Then she said, "My return ticket is booked for next week. I'll give you the present and you can take it to your dad for me." Hearing this, Wendy vaguely understood that they were talking about Charlie's father's birthday...