Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 266

Wendy widened her eyes and looked at Charlie, who almost occupied her sight.

There was a black coat on the outside of the black suit, without a tie. The collar of the shirt was untied with two buttons. It was slightly messy, revealing some bronze skin. And there was a faint smell of wine in the air.

It seemed that he had just finished the party, but the smell of wine was not strong.

"Char...Mr... Hogg!"

Wendy gulped and almost blurted out. When she realized that something was wrong, she quickly changed it.

Charlie's pupils shrank a little, and he pursed his lips and explained, "I told Aunt Lee to stay in the hospital to take care of her daughter, so I came to pick Larry up."

"Oh..." Wendy nodded suddenly and turned around, "Then please come in..." Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Charlie nodded slightly and walked inside with his long legs.

Wendy walked several steps ahead and took the initiative to lead him to the bedroom. After thinking of something, she looked at her watch and explained, "Larry has fallen asleep for a while."

When Charlie entered the bedroom, he saw his son sleeping on the bed. The quilt was tightly covered, with only a small head exposed. His two short arms were also tucked in it. Charlie did not know what dreams he had, but he slept soundly, like a little cat who was defenseless against the world. His mouth was slightly open, and there was a slight snoring sound when Charlie leaned over.

He also noticed that there was a trace of someone lying on the quilt next to his son.

It could be seen that before he came, someone was holding his son sleeping.

When Charlie leaned over to look at his son, Wendy's eyes also quietly fell on his face. Although there was no extra expression on his face, the soft light shone on his eyes, showing a kind father that she had never seen.

No matter how many times they've been compared, they are really identical.

When she took her sight back, she couldn't help but stay for a few seconds longer on his face.

He wouldn't give up trying to find something else on his face. It's like she wanted to see it clearly, but more like she didn't want to admit it. He really didn't remember her...

Even though she knew that life was unpredictable and sh*t happened all the time, she didn't expect that it would be so complicated and bizarre. She might have imagined the situation if she met him again, but never thought that he would forget her.

Suddenly, Charlie looked up at her and asked, "Is something on my face?"

"No..." Wendy stuttered in a panic, and pretended to turn her face away. She got caught peeping after all, so she changed the subject and asked, "Er, are you going to wake him up?"

"Forget it." Charlie looked at his son again.

He touched the little face with his slender fingers and couldn't bear to wake him up. "Let him sleep here."

"Then..." Wendy bit her lip.

She just checked the time and it was already midnight. The little boy was sleeping soundly. If they woke him up at this time, it would not be easy for him to sleep again. Moreover, when she put him

on the bed, his clothes were taken off. And it was cold at night. If Charlie carried him away like this, he might catch a cold...

After all, she was a stranger to Charlie now, and it was impossible for Charlie to let his son spend the night alone outside...

While Wendy was hesitating to say whether he should carry Larry with a quilt, Charlie proposed, "I'll make a phone call to get another room."

She nodded without comment.

Charlie got up and walked to the opposite table. He picked up the phone on the landline, dialed the number of the hotel, and explained what he needed. Wendy didn't know what the hotel receptionist said on the phone, but she saw Charlie frown then hang up the phone.

"What's wrong?" Wendy was puzzled.

Charlie looked at her and said, "The receptionist said that there is no room left." Wendy looked at the sleeping boy on the bed with hesitation. So now what?

"I'll stay here, too."

"...Ah?" Wendy was shocked and turned her head to look at him in surprise. Her voice could not help stuttering, "You, you... also want to stay here?"

"Yes." Charlie pulled his lips.

"..." Wendy was in a tizzy.

"I said I'd stay. I didn't say I'd sleep with you." Charlie put one hand in his pocket and said slowly, "Miss Lim, don't get me wrong, and don't be nervous. Since this is a suite, and there is a couch in

the outside living room. I can sleep on the couch for one night. I will take Larry to leave tomorrow after he wakes up."

Was it her fault?

It was his own words that made people misunderstand...

Wendy wanted to defend herself that she was not nervous, but in just a few seconds, her palms were sweating.

She looked out of the room and found that the living room was small, with a long couch, but it did allow him to sleep the night away. However, he was tall and that might be not comfortable for him, but it was his own choice. It had nothing to do with her. Besides, she paid for the room, so there was no reason for her to sleep on the couch.

However, it seemed that he didn't ask for her opinion!

Wendy bit her lip and said, "Oh..." "It's getting late. Miss Lim, you should go to bed early. I'm sorry to disturb you tonight." As soon as Charlie finished his words, he had already walked out of the bedroom.

Wendy nodded and watched him close the door.

Looking at the little boy who was still sleeping in the bed, she began to realize.

Was he letting her sleep with this little boy for one night?

Why did she feel strange...

After turning off the light again, Wendy quietly climbed back to the bed. It seemed that the little boy sensed her temperature, he spontaneously bent into her arms, and the white tender little hand

grabbed her clothes.

She was so sleepy before, but now she couldn't sleep.

Especially when there was only one door between them, Charlie was outside. Whether it was four years ago or four years later, he's too present.

Even though she closed her eyes, she could still feel the neverending masculinity from him. Even though she had secretly locked the door, she was still nervous.

When she was half-awake, a loud noise came from outside.

Maybe it was too quiet at night, so the sound was very clear.

Under the moonlight, Wendy saw the little boy in her arms frowning, but no sign of waking up. She reached out and patted him, and soon he snored softly.

Wendy hesitated to get up and opened the door.

She saw a tall figure bent over in front of the table, bending his back. Because of the dim light, she could not see what he was doing. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine." Hearing the sound, Charlie turned back to look at her and said, "Sorry, did I wake you up?"

When Wendy turned on the light, she saw the mineral water bottle that he had just picked up. If she's right about the noise just now, it should have come from this. It seemed that he was trying to grab the water bottle, but knocked several bottles down, and there were still several rolling on the ground.

When she saw the medicine bottle in his hand, she asked, "Are you sick?"

"No." Charlie said, pulling his lips.

"Then you..." Wendy was stunned.

Charlie poured out a white pill from the bottle and said, "I'm just taking a sleeping pill."