Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 297

Outside the window, the night had fallen.

After taking a shower, Wendy sat on the sofa and wiped her hair while staring at the interview reports on the computer, delete or revise some content occasionally.

There was a sudden knock on the door, and she walked to the entrance with suspicion.

Looking out through the cat eye, Wendy couldn't help biting her lips and looking down at her pajamas. After buttoning up the collar, she dillydallied to open the door.

Outside, Charlie's tall figure almost blocked all the lights in the corridor.

He's always in his black suit, without a tie this time. Different from Wendy, two buttons of his shirt had been untied, exposing the bronze skin under his Adam's apple.

Wendy looked around and did not see the figure of Larry. It was really strange that there was only him.

She swallowed hard and asked, "... Why are you here?"

"I can't come?" Charlie asked.

Then, he crossed the threshold straightly with his long legs.

His move was too aggressive. The masculinity of him came wildly, and Wendy couldn't help but take a step back. This half step back seemed to have indulged Charlie. He stepped on the doormat and took off his shoes. This time, he didn't change into slippers, and walked inside barefoot. It seemed that he was going straight to her bedroom.

Wendy was stunned for two seconds. She frowned and hurried to catch up with him. "What... are you doing?" NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Charlie walked very fast and had already entered her bedroom. He put his hands in his pockets and said, "This is your room. I don't think I visited last time I was here."

"..." Wendy pursed her lips. "So, you came here at night just to visit my room?"

"Why not?" Charlie bent his legs and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Now that you've finished, can you leave?" Wendy stood next to him.

"I'm afraid it's not enough." Charlie crossed his legs and lazily pulled his lips.

"What the hell do you want..." Wendy was a little broken down.

Charlie tapped his knee and raised his eyebrows at her. "I'll come and ask you for something."

"... What?" Wendy was confused.

Charlie narrowed his eyes and continued, "What did you take when you left my house this morning?"

Hearing this, Wendy's expression suddenly became flustered.

She looked away, trying to keep calm. "I don't know what you're talking about..."

"My shaver is gone. You didn't take it?" Charlie raised his eyebrows higher.

"..." Wendy couldn't help but clench her fingers.

Charlie put down his crossed legs, trying to negotiate with her. "If you don't admit it, are you going to let me search for it by myself?"

"..." Wendy gasped.

There was something going on in her heart. She glanced at the bedside table next to her.

Charlie caught her small movement, got up, and strode over. When she was about to stop him, he had already pulled open the drawer.

In addition to some personal stuff, the electric shaver was very conspicuous.

Charlie took the shaver in his hand and looked at her with a playful look. "Wendy, what are you going to explain?"

"I..." Wendy was embarrassed.

"You what? Why don't you say it?"

Charlie held the shaver and looked down at her from a high position, then walked forward towards her.

Wendy, who was caught on the spot, couldn't speak a word. She kept stepping back until her calf was pressed against the bed. She couldn't bend down anymore and fell on the bed suddenly.

Charlie followed closely behind her, kneeling beside her. His entire body was covering her, and he was still asking, "Why did you take my shaver, huh?" "I..." Wendy still stuttered.

His breath made her eyelashes tremble, and she was short of breath.

"Didn't you say that you wanted to hide from me and that you didn't want too much to do with me? Then why did you take my shaver?" Charlie held his two arms. His firm and resolute face were low,

and his thin lips seemed to be sticking to her at any time. "You deliberately took it, which means you are trying to create the opportunity between us. Wendy, are women liars?"

"Wendy-"

Suddenly, there was a movement from the entrance.

Emily seemed to be in a hurry, and did not notice the extra men's leather shoes in the entrance. Instead, she rushed straight into Wendy's room.

When Emily saw the ambiguous scene in the room, she suddenly braked and said, "Go on, I'll go back to my room first!"

After saying that, she ran back to the opposite side and closed the door in a blink of an eye, looking as if she didn't want to hear or look anything she shouldn't.

Charlie looked away and raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was saying that Wendy's best friend was very perceptive.

Wendy flushed and pushed Charlie hard. Seeing that he was unmoved, she took a deep breath and said, "Charlie, you may have misunderstood..."

In the morning, she said that her mobile phone was left in the room, but it was just a cover. In fact, she sneaked into Charlie's room and took his shaver.

She didn't expect that he was still using it all the time, and she could tell that he had used it for a long time. Many places in the handle had been worn off. But now he had lost his memory and couldn't remember her, let alone who gave him that shaver. The reason why Wendy took it away secretly was that she felt that it had no meaning for Charlie to keep anything related to her...

"I stole this shaver. It's my fault. I apologize to you!"

"Then why did you take it?" Charlie narrowed his eyes.

"I..." Wendy stammered.

"You can't say it, can you?" Charlie said with a mischievous look.

"No." Wendy bit her lip, raised her eyes to look at him, and had to bite the bullet to induce him, "I took it because my ex-boyfriend also had one just like it..."

When Charlie heard this, he remembered that when he was in the countryside, she ran out in the middle of the night to find her necklace that given by her exboyfriend. She was so scared but still insisted on finding it. He was sure that if he tore off her collar, the necklace must be on her neck.

The look on his face suddenly changed. He frowned and said, "You're still not over him?"

"Yes..." Wendy nodded and continued, "I really can't forget him..."

It was originally a perfunctoriness, but when she said it in this way, she felt a tug in her heart for some reason.

Charlie remembered that he mentioned Madge last night and asked her if she was jealous. She didn't admit it in the end. Now, he knew that she took the shaver because her ex-boyfriend had one just like it. For some reason, he's jealous.

"Haha, I'm just being sentimental!" Charlie snorted and said in a deep voice.

After saying that, he stood up from her in a fit of anger, holding the shaver, leaving her a cold back.

Wendy bit her lips and sat up. She tugged her pajamas, which were a little up.

It seemed that Emily had heard the sound here. After the door was closed, she was fully dressed just like before, with her backpack on her back. She rushed into Wendy's room in a panic and said,

"Wendy, what should I do?"