Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 312

She clenched her fingers and hesitated for two seconds, but she still didn't pick it up.

On the other end of the table, Ryan was still smiling. He had always been a gentleman and never took the initiative to ask about anything. He was just flipping through the menu.

Wendy muteded her phone until the screen darkened.

When she was ready to put it back in her bag, it lit up again, but this time it wasn't from Charlie, but Donna. She frowned, thought it over and over again, then picked it up. "Hello, aunt..."

"Wendy, are you home? How about if I come to you?" Donna's laughter rang out.

"No, I am outside..." Wendy replied.

"That's perfect, would you like to join us for dinner?" Donna continued to ask her.

"No..." Wendy glanced at Ryan and explained, "I'm meeting a friend and we're eating by now!"

"Where?" Donna asked casually.

Wendy replied honestly, "We're on the opposite side of the restaurant where we were having Western food..."

Hearing this, Donna didn't say anything more, "I get it, you eat!"

After hanging up, Ryan, who was on the opposite side, said with a smile, "I just ordered two specialties of this shop. Wendy, you used to live here for many years. Recommend some for me!"

"Well, let me take a look!" Wendy nodded, taking over the menu and ordering two more.

Closing the menu, Ryan poured her a cup of tea. He was different from his usual serious self. With a hint of teasing, he said, "I often hear you mention Ice City, talking about how delicious the native dishes are. You have to treat me today no matter what!"

"No problem!" Wendy laughed.

"Why are you staring at me?" Ryan asked when he saw her looking at him.

Wendy explained, "I have a friend here, who's also a doctor. It seems that you are all the same. When you wear the white gown or talk about the illness, you will look like a different person, as if you have a halo above your head!" Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

"Which one do you like more about me?" Ryan asked nonchalantly.

"They're all quite good..." Wendy shrugged her shoulders.

Ryan laughed again, and the smile reached the eyes behind the lens.

Neither of them drank, so they ate very quickly. Ryan brought up wanting her to take him for a walk by the river, so they didn't waste any more time and got up.

When they arrived at the cashier, Wendy wanted to pay but was stopped. She said, "I thought it was on

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me... "It's not gentlemanly to ask a woman to pay!" Ryan insisted.

Wendy had no choice but to let him go.

"Wendy!"

Suddenly, she heard a familiar female voice behind her.

Wendy turned around and saw Donna walking over with a bag in her hands. "I introduced two foreign clients to Charlie. They just finished their meeting and came to have dinner. I didn't expect you to be here. What a coincidence!"

Really...

Half an hour ago, she told Donna which restaurant she was in...

Wendy pursed her lips and looked back. Charlie was wearing a black hand-made suit, with his hands in his pockets. Looking at the dress of Charlie and Donna, as well as the two clients following him, it seemed that they indeed came here from a meeting.

At this moment, Ryan, who had already paid the bill, walked up to Wendy. Donna also noticed him and asked, "Wendy, who is this?"

"He is a friend abroad." Wendy introduced.

"Nice to meet you all. My name is Ryan Ye. This is my name card." Ryan took out the name card from his pocket.

"Well, a doctor! Young man, you are very young and promising!" Donna took it and praised Ryan, and said lazily, "Wendy, no wonder I said I wanted to introduce a boyfriend to you, but you didn't agree. It turns out that there is one!"

Almost as soon as Donna finished, Wendy felt Charlie cast an unpleasant glance at her.

"It's not like that..." She wanted to explain, but felt that there was no need for it. She pulled Ryan and intended to leave. "Aunt, we still have something to do, we'll go first!"

Wendy walked out of the restaurant, still feeling the gaze on her back all the time.

Even Ryan, who was standing beside her, couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his back. He felt a strange chill.

They took a taxi to the riverside, which was crowded at this time of the day, with bright lights across the river in the distance and the breeze blowing in. And they left after about half an hour later.

Wendy had originally said that she could go back by herself, but Ryan insisted on sending her back as a gentleman.

The taxi stopped under the apartment building. She looked at Ryan who came down with her and returned the jacket to him. "Ryan, you should go back, bye!"

"Bye!" Ryan nodded and waved his hand.

Watching him sit in the taxi with his straight figure, Wendy smiled and watched him leave.

Ryan had always been a gentleman, a cultured and refined person. In Canada, not only at his hospital but also at her magazine where she worked, several girls adore him. No one knew what kind of girl he would find in the future. However, no matter what kind of girl it might be, she must be quite lucky.

Wendy laughed out loud as she gossiped on her own. She withdrew her gaze and walked into the building.

"Ding!"

The elevator door opened slowly and she walked out of it.

She lowered her head and took out the key from her bag. When she looked up, her movements came to a halt.

Charlie stood in front of the security door, with a cigarette in his hand and a few cigarette butts beside his leather shoes. It seemed that he had been standing there for a long time, and no facial expression could be seen from his face.

A calm voice sounded. "You're back?"

"Charlie, why are you here..." Wendy asked in surprise.

"Waiting for you." Charlie said, pursing his lips.

"..." Wendy swallowed her saliva.

Charlie suddenly put out the cigarette that he hadn't finished yet and strode towards her. "Have you ever done it with him?"

"With whom..." She took half a step back in shock.

"That guy with glasses!" Charlie rushed forward, and his eyes were shining.

Wendy understood that he was referring to Ryan, but she was still confused."... Do what?" "You said that you have been living abroad for many years and have long been accustomed to their cultures. It's almost as if men and women have sex all the time. Have you ever had sex with him?" Charlie's leather shoes were already on her tiptoes, and his whole body exuded a domineering momentum.

"It seems to have nothing to do with you..." Wendy bit her lips.

"Did you have sex with him too?" Charlie narrowed his deep eyes into a slit, shining with a gloomy light. He suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "Answer me. Did you do it or not?"

Wendy was intimidated by his eyes. She answered subconsciously, "No, we didn't..."

"No?" Charlie's eyebrows moved slightly.

"No..." Wendy shook her head.

Charlie's tight eyebrows instantly loosened, and his thin lips made a satisfactory arc. He patted her head with his big hand and said, "Good girl!"