Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 124

There was a "bang" in Wendy's head, and she looked away in a panic.

The wooden house looked very small from outside, but it had a large space inside. There was little furniture, and it was dark.

Charlie swung raindrops off his jacket and then found a place to hang it on.

"I'll go out for a while."

After saying that, he pushed the door open and went out.

Wendy had to find a corner to sit down. When she was on campus, she used to go camping in the suburbs, but it was definitely much better than now. Now she felt as if she was taking refuge...

Charlie had been away for a long time, and she couldn't sit there alone any more.

Her phone was out of power, so she couldn't see the time. She felt the night became longer, and she could see nothing. It seemed that she had been abandoned by the world.

As her panic was spreading, the door was pushed open again. NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

Wendy was tense at this moment. When she saw Charlie's deep eyes, she instantly eased a lot.

"Where have you been!" She stood up and moved to him, her voice was a little trembling. Charlie closed the door and said, "The temperature is too low. If I didn't go to get something to warm us, we would be frozen to death before tomorrow morning."

At the same time as he finished speaking, Wendy saw clearly an iron bucket in his hand, which was filled with branches and firewood.

"I thought..." She licked her lips, still feeling scared.

"What?" Charlie raised his eyebrows.

Wendy looked at him and quickly lowered her eyes. She said in a low voice, "I thought you left me here alone..."

Charlie's deep eyes moved slightly. He answered, "I won't leave you alone."

Wendy was stunned.

These simple words touched her heart.

Charlie found some newspapers and leaflets in the wooden house. He curled them up and lit them with a lighter, and then threw them into the iron bucket.

However, due to the rain, the branches and firewood were wet and not very easy to burn, but he repeated lighting them patiently.

Wendy looked at him and thought of the time when they were in the countryside. He was sitting on a small stool and used a fan to make the flames grew bigger. He looked like a child at that time.

Finally, after trying four times, the branches and firewood were lit.

The fire came out of the iron bucket, and lit up the whole wooden house. It was not dark anymore. Charlie was here with her, and the night seemed not to be so terrible.

Wendy put her hands close to the iron bucket to heat, and glanced at the cake box she had held before.

The outer package was a little wet. She opened it and carefully took out the cake.

It was an ordinary cream cake, decorated with various kinds of fruits, and the size of the cream flowers that were decorated around was uneven. The words "Happy Birthday" written with red jam

were also somewhat crooked...

Charlie took it over and swallowed, "I haven't said happy birthday to you yet. Happy birthday!"

"Thank you!" Wendy answered sincerely.

She picked up the fork, put a small piece of cake into her mouth, chewed and swallowed it.

Charlie immediately asked, "How does it taste?"

"...Do you want me to tell you the truth?" Wendy hesitated.

"Yes!" Charlie said in a deep voice.

Wendy cast a glance at him and said tentatively, "Well, to be honest, it tastes not so good. The cream is too sweet, and the cake inside is too hard..."

Charlie's face darkened.

He picked up a small fork, put a big piece into his mouth, and then showed a complicated expression.

Looking at his increasingly darkening face and the strange cake, a bold idea came to Wendy's mind. She asked uncertainly, "Charlie, is this... did you make it by yourself?"

Charlie gritted his teeth and said one word.

"No."

He threw the fork directly into the iron bucket and said, "If you don't like it, just leave it there."

"I like it," Wendy put the cake back and closed the box carefully, "I'm just full. I'll take it back tomorrow and continue to eat."

Whether he made it by himself or not, it was from him.

Compared to the delicate cakes bought by Felix, she preferred to eat this one.

Charlie glanced at her, and his lips curved slightly but she could not see.

They finished talking about cake, and only the sound of the burning could be heard.

It was a long night in another city. A man and a woman stayed in a small wooden house. Especially they ended that relationship before, it was really awkward.

At first, Wendy sat in a corner and held her knees. Gradually, she couldn't support her head.

Charlie turned his face to her and asked, "Wendy, are you alright?"

"I'm fine..." Wendy shook her head slowly.

She was limp all over. She didn't know if it was because the temperature from the iron bucket was too high, she was a little dizzy.

"Fine?" Charlie turned to her and reached out his hand to her. The temperature on her forehead made him frown, "You may have a fever?"

Wendy's eyelashes trembled. She felt as if she was on fire while she was gasping.

Charlie's hand went down to her shoulders and arms. The temperature was abnormal, and all her clothes were wet. Checking carefully, he found that her cheeks and eyes were also abnormal red.

When she got off the taxi, Wendy felt a little cold. After walking in the rain and getting wet, no wonder she would be sick.

Now the only thing she wanted was that it would be daybreak soon, and the staff came to open the gate, then she could go back to the hotel to have a good rest...

When she was thinking about that, she heard a rustling sound of taking off clothes.

Wendy looked over and suddenly panicked, "Charlie, what are you going to do..."

As she was speaking, Charlie had taken off his shirt, and his strong upper body was directly exposed to air.

Then he began to unbuckle his belt. A few seconds later, he took off his trousers, leaving only a pair of briefs on him...

After that, he reached out one hand to her.

"Don't come over! Don't..."

Wendy hugged herself with both hands and cried out in a low voice. She didn't want him to touch her.

However, how could she resist Charlie? Her long sweater was easily torn off, and the T-shirt inside was also pulled off from the top. He acted so fast. In the blink of an eye, there was only a bra left on her, "Charlie, don't-"

"Have you done shouting? You could shout so loudly even if you have a fever!"

Charlie stopped her in a deep voice. Now, she looked like a woman who was going to be raped. He was furious and said, "Do you think I want to have s*x all the time?"

"... don't you?" Wendy bit her lips and asked.

Charlie seemed to be really angry. He gritted his teeth and answered, "Wendy, do you want me to beat you?"