Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 311

Larry's head was full of question marks.

After the dishes were served, Larry didn't see them come back, so he was so anxious that he wanted to climb down from the dining chair and ask Donna to take him to find them, but Donna didn't agree. She told him that they couldn't go there now because his daddy was bullying Wendy...

"Wendy? What does that mean?"

Larry seemed to be very interested in that and persisted in questioning.

Facing Larry's innocent gaze, Wendy's face was so red that it could almost drip blood. "Uh..."

The two persons sitting opposite her didn't want to help a little at all. Donna had a cunning look in her eyes, while Charlie seemed to have nothing to do with it.

It wasn't until she was on the verge of collapse from the sight of Larry that Charlie finally pulled his thin lip, "I'll tell you when we get home."

Larry pouted, but he did not ask any more questions.

As you can imagine, Wendy didn't even know what she's eating.

After that, under Donna's insistence, she went back by Charlie's white Land Rover without any suspense.

Outside the car, the neon lights flashed. Wendy held Larry in her arms. When Larry came out of the restaurant, he yawned repeatedly, and fell asleep in her arms soon after getting on the car, with his mouth open, looking very cute.

Charlie sat alone in the front driver's seat, holding the steering wheel with both hands.

When Wendy looked up inadvertently, she happened to meet the deep eyes in the rearview mirror.

Heart tip trembling, Wendy panicked and looked away.

The window rolled down a little, and when the night breeze came in, she felt her breathing smoother. She was afraid that Larry in her arms would be cold, so she quickly closed it.

Twenty minutes later, the white Land Rover stopped at the apartment building.

Donna, who was playing games all the time, put down her mobile phone and reached out to Wendy. "Wendy, give Larry to me!"

"Okay!" Wendy nodded.

She handed Larry over carefully. He slept soundly and was immersed in his sweet dreams. She looked at him and her heart was soft. She couldn't help but gently pat his face twice before she reluctantly withdrew her hand.

Wendy said to Donna, "Aunt, then I'll go back first!"

"Go ahead!" Donna waved at her.

After she reached out to open the door, she looked forward. As expected, the door of the front driver's seat was pushed open at the same time. When Wendy's feet landed on the ground, Charlie's tall figure had already arrived in front of her.

"About last night..."

Wendy licked her lips and took the initiative to speak. "I don't take it personally and hope you don't care about it either! It's so common abroad that adult men and women have sex as if it were a regular occurrence.......err, so don't stress about it!

These words were very sincere, and even the way she looked at him was very sincere.

Charlie's face darkened. He snorted coldly and said, "You just don't want anything to do with me!"

"..." Wendy bit her lip.

This tone...

Why did it sound like a grudge?

Being stared at by him, Wendy said in a low voice, "I'll go in first..."

As if afraid that he would grab her wrist again, she walked so fast that she didn't even dare to look back and went into the elevator in one breath. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

After she entered the room, she found that Emily hadn't come back yet. The house was quiet. Wendy changed into slippers and subconsciously walked to the window. She looked down from the upstairs through the glass. Charlie was still standing there and looking up.

He seemed to be waiting to see if she had arrived home.

Wendy hurriedly took two steps back. After more than ten seconds, she tentatively looked down again. The white Land Rover had just left with the taillights.

She took a shower and wasn't in a hurry to go to bed. It was getting late. When she was wondering whether she should call Emily, her phone vibrated. It was a very short text message.

"Larry and I are home."

Wendy looked at the words on the screen."..."

What was the meaning of this text message? Why did it seem like he was reporting to her...

She hesitated whether to reply or directly ignored it, but the phone vibrated again.

When she saw that it was not "Charlie" on the screen, Wendy breathed a sigh of relief and put it beside his ear.

At the other end of the line came a gentle male voice. "Hello."

The next evening, Wendy did not go home after the interview. Instead, she took a taxi to a restaurant.

Because it was mealtime, there were already a lot of customers. She walked inside and looked for someone.

Someone at the innermost table reached out his hand to her and said in the same voice as he did on the phone last night, "Wendy, come here!"

Wendy looked over and saw a man standing up, in a black suit with a blue tie. He was very handsome and wore a pair of silver glasses on the bridge of his nose, which made him look gentle and elegant. "Ryan!" She walked over with a smile on her face, looking very delighted. "It's really you. Last night, I thought you were joking me on the phone. Why are you here in Ice City?"

"Come back to visit relatives on behalf of my parents. I have mentioned it to you before. My parents are all from Ice City. Do you remember?"

"Yes, I do!" Wendy nodded.

Aside from her colleagues, Ryan could be considered her only friend. Even though they were from the same country, Ryan was raised abroad. His parents had moved to Canada during their early years and then gave birth to him. And they taught him their mother language when he was a child, so he was still familiar with his own country.

After making friends with him, she learned that his parents were also from Ice City. She didn't expect that she would meet someone from her hometown in a foreign country, so she's willing to get closer to them.

Ryan pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his smile was very gentle. "I just got off the plane at noon. After settling down, I can't wait to see you!"

"How long are you staying for this visit?" Wendy smiled and continued to ask, "By the way, if you leave, what about your job at the hospital?"

"I haven't decided yet. I happened to be on leave. I didn't rest all year around last year. It's time to relax. As for the hospital, leave it to others!" Ryan said with a smile. He looked at her with a slightly serious expression. "Wendy, how are you doing recently?" Wendy knew what he was asking, so she replied with a smile, "Not bad..."

"Do you still have that nightmare often?" Ryan continued to ask.

Wendy heard his words and looked dull. She said honestly, "I had it twice the other day just before I returned home, but I haven't dreamed about it since...."

Ryan was not only her friend, he was also her psychologist.

At that time, when she gave birth to a stillborn baby, she couldn't get out for a long time and needed to see a psychiatrist for a long time. It was because of this that the two of them knew each other and later became good friends.

"That's good!" Ryan's knitted brows relaxed slightly. He nodded and said, "I know that you're returning to the country and I'm worried about you. I was a little worried about your condition, but you seem to be in a pretty good state now."

Wendy smiled to reassure him.

The waiter came over with the menu, and her mobile phone rang at the same time.

Wendy took it out and saw "Charlie" displayed on the screen.