Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 232

In the senior ward.

When Gilbert woke up again, it was already twilight outside.

He looked around and only saw Donna sitting on the edge of the bed, who was manicuring. Then he asked with a poker face, "Why are you the only one here?"

"Oh, I let Madge and her mother go back first!" Donna said lazily.

"I see." Gilbert nodded.

When Donna saw that he was about to get up, she stepped forward to help him up. "How do you feel now? Should I call the doctor?"

"No, I'm much better!" Gilbert waved his hand and obviously had recovered quite a bit. He snorted and said, "As long as you don't piss me off, I will always be healthy!"

"It's all because you're easy to get angry. They came here to see you, and you kept yelling at them!"

"It's his fault to bring that woman here! He's deliberately trying to show off to me!"

"Brother, I didn't mean to say that. You're an old man, and you're still so narrow- minded and negative!" Donna curled her lips and deliberately said, "I was worried about your health at first, but it seems that nothing serious will happen because you're still a real pain in the a*s when it comes to lecturing people!" Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"You want to piss me off?" Gilbert frowned.

"How dare I!" Donna immediately tried to please him.

"Humph, I know what you've done. I haven't settled with you yet!" Gilbert glared at her and lectured. "Have you recently acquired a company? I threw Charlie into Lim City to give him some punishment. And what did you do? You sent that woman to him on business! You're working together to make me angry!"

"Oh! Nothing can be hidden from you!" Donna said with an expression of admiration.

"Don't make fun of it!" Gilbert became serious.

"Okay, I will not!" Donna shrugged her shoulders and became serious. She tentatively said, "Brother, Charlie was basically raised by me. I know him better than you. I can see that he can't live without Wendy... Well, can you just let them go?"

Gilbert suddenly looked terrible and raised his voice. "Donna, do you know what you're talking about? Charlie and Madge's engagement was between the Hogg family and the Gray family, and Madge likes Charlie and she's just waiting to marry him! A few days ago, she tried to kill herself with sleeping pills. If her family hadn't saved her in time, she could have died! The Gray family didn't say anything, and there was no complaint! So, don't ever let me hear you say that again."

Donna furrowed her long, thin eyebrows.

She still wanted to say something, but when she saw Gilbert's undulating chest, she said in a hurry, "Fine, you win, I just stop talking!"

Since the timing was not right, she was afraid that it would make Gilbert's condition worse. She thought Charlie and Wendy still got a long way to go, so it was impossible to solve it overnight. Donna no longer talked about this topic. She stood up from her seat, walked to the table, and opened the cover of the lunchbox.

The fresh aroma of chicken soup suddenly spread in the ward.

"Well, this chicken soup tastes really good!" Donna got closer to smell it and murmured, "It's still hot. Brother, let me get you some chicken soup and have a taste. Wendy is really good at cooking. It's a pity that she didn't even get a thank you and got beaten up!"

There was a trace of embarrassment on Gilbert's face, but he insisted, "I don't eat what she sends me!"

"You don't?"

"No!"

Donna didn't insist anymore. She sat on the sofa with chicken soup in her hands and said, "Okay! Then I'll eat it for you!"

Next, there was only the sound of Donna eating soup in the ward. Gilbert didn't know if she did it on purpose, making a lot of noise, smacking her mouth with every sip, and the taste of chicken soup floating all over the ward.

Gilbert stared at the wall in front of him with a poker face. Madge actually brought him soup as well, but before he could eat it, he lost his temper and threw it away. Now the mess was cleaned up by the nurse, and the thermal lunchbox was on the table, with nothing in it.

The nutritious meals in the hospital tasted bad. They were said to be a combination of meat and vegetable, but in fact, they were like boiled with water. He didn't eat much at noon.

When Donna smacked her mouth several times, Gilbert finally couldn't stand it anymore. "Get out of here too!"

Donna raised her eyebrows and went out with the lunchbox.

Gilbert was the only one left in the ward. He was still unpleasant and grabbed his mobile phone.

"Why aren't you here yet!" As soon as the call came through, he immediately questioned.

"Master, I'm just about to come out from home..." Ella seemed to be accustomed to it and explained very gently over there.

Gilbert's face was very sullen. After two seconds of silence, he roared, "I want to eat chicken soup!"

In the late night, Wendy came out of the bathroom.

She saw Charlie standing beside the window smoking with only a bath towel on. His side face was like a statue. His deep eyes fell on a point in the distance. He had obviously taken a shower earlier than her, but his short hair was still dripping water. "Why don't you dry your hair? You'll catch a cold..."

Wendy walked over and picked up the forgotten towel next to him.

Charlie turned around and looked at her. He stretched out his long arm and put it around her waist. "When I finish this cigarette."

While he continued to smoke, Wendy stood on her tiptoes and helped him wipe. She was patient and gentle as if she was looking after a child.

When the remaining half of the cigarette in Charlie's hand was finished, Wendy wiped the droplets from his hair. Charlie pulled the curtain and held her in his arms to go back.

Wendy didn't move, with her eyelashes hanging down. In the place where he couldn't see, her eyes were full of deep confusion.

After he came back from the hospital, he didn't say anything. He just cared about the injury on her back. But when they made a scene in the hospital, how could he feel good deep in his heart! It was all because of her that he repeatedly contradicted his father...

There seemed to be two trapped beasts fighting in her heart.

She bit her lips and said hesitantly in a low voice, "Charlie, why don't we..."

"What's wrong with us?" Charlie's pupils shrank.

"Well, why don't we..." Wendy stuttered.

When she raised her eyes, she was startled. She saw the anger that opened up between his eyebrows almost for a moment, like it could sweep someone in.

"Why don't you say it?" Charlie narrowed his eyes.

"..." She couldn't help but shrink.

"Say it!" Charlie shouted.

Wendy looked at him timidly, gritted her teeth, and said the rest of the words, "We're done..."

"Wendy Lim, you dare to say that again?" Charlie suddenly raised his hand that just with a cigarette in it and stroked her face down to her neck. His tone sounded like an enticement, but his expression was cold. "You dare to say it or not, huh?"