Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 224

It was not a busy work day.

Wendy slid the mouse around, modifying the amount of money in the document, while the mobile phone in the drawer vibrated.

She looked at it, picked it up and held it with her left shoulder, and the corners of her mouth were unconsciously upturned,"... Hello?"

"I won't go home for dinner tonight."

The calm voice of Charlie came. It seemed that he was also at work, as if there was a sound of turning the pen.

Upon hearing this, Wendy asked in a hurry, "Er, you're working late?"

"No," Charlie said. After a pause, he added, "It's my father's birthday."

Wendy instantly understood.

Last week, when they had hot pot together with Donna, Donna discussed this matter. Charlie's father's birthday was a big event. As his son, Charlie must be present. But on second thought, she wondered if Charlie's fiancee will be there...

"Sunny will be there too." Charlie said as if he knew what she was thinking.

"Oh..." Wendy answered in a low voice.

Charlie was silent for two seconds and then said, "I'll pick you up when you get off work!" Wendy opened her mouth, but the other side had already hung up before she could speak.

She pursed her lips and looked at the computer screen, no desire to work.

Finally, it was time to get off work. Wendy waited for a while outside the office building, and saw the white Land Rover come over.

When she got into the car, she was still hesitant. "Charlie, do I really have to come with you later..."

"Yes." Charlie turned the steering wheel.

"But... it's not a good idea, is it?" Wendy asked uncertainly.

"What's wrong?" Charlie asked flatly.

Wendy had to bite her lip.

In fact, she could understand his intention of doing this. He didn't want her to misunderstand or overthink because Madge would go too.

She clenched her fists and couldn't help but say again, "Charlie, is there going to be a lot of people for your father's birthday? Like in the TV show where the rich throw big birthday parties?"

"My family always keeps a low profile." Charlie squinted at her.

"..." Wendy looked embarrassed, but she was still worried. She looked down at herself and said, "Can I dress like this? Isn't it a little too casual? Will it be disrespectful?"

It was an abrupt decision and Wendy didn't have time to be mentally prepared for it.

She was wearing casual work clothes, very comfortable, but not formal at all.

"No, my dad doesn't like to be too loud and his birthday is always at home every year." Charlie opened his mouth and gave her reassurance.

Wendy nodded and looked out of the window. She pointed at the shopping mall and said, "There is a shopping mall ahead. Let's go choose a present!"

"There is no need." Charlie frowned.

"No, I have to buy it!" Wendy insisted. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

After all, it was a big birthday. How could she show up empty-handed...

As Wendy requested, at the intersection ahead , Charlie turned his car to the right into an underground parking lot.

They took the elevator and went upstairs from the basement floor. There were a lot of people shopping in the mall. The shopping guides all showed a professional smile at the door of the store.

Compared to Wendy [Lim] who was worried about what to get as gifts, Charlie seemed not to be very happy and was not interested in it at all. Since he got off the car, he had been wearing a serious look on his face all the time.

After coming out of the elevator, Charlie said in a deep voice, "No razors!"

"..." Wendy pursed her lips.

"No shirts either!" Charlie frowned and said.

"..." Wendy was speechless.

Before she could decide, he had already denied two things. She had given these two things to him before. Obviously, he didn't want her to give them to others, but she didn't want him to be so overbearing. It's his father she's giving a gift to...

Looking at the sign next to him, Wendy suddenly thought of something and asked, "Charlie, does your father like calligraphy?"

"He doesn't hate it." Charlie said in a low voice.

It seemed that when Gilbert was free, he would stay in the study and practice writing with a brush. When Charlie was a child, his father would ask him to practice writing as well, saying that it could train his patience and temper. However, Gilbert had been writing for so many years, but his temper hadn't changed. He's always getting angry and lecturing people. So Charlie didn't think he should follow his father's suggestions.

Wendy pointed to the upstairs and said, "Then let's go to this shop and have a look!"

Following the signs, they entered the shop, which was filled with the smell of books and ink. There were all kinds of writing brushes and rice paper on the counter, and everything related to calligraphy was available.

Wendy actually didn't know much about calligraphy. But with the help of the shopping guide, she finally chose an inkstone.

At the checkout, Charlie pulled out his wallet.

Wendy refused very stubbornly. "No! I'll pay for it..."

In fact, the black card Charlie gave her was still in the innermost layer of her wallet, but she didn't use the black credit card he'd given her and dragged out a credit card of her own.

Although she's prepared, but after seeing the price on the small ticket, her heart was still a solid thud. The installment would take months to pay off. It’s her way of showing respect after all!

Half an hour later, Charlie drove the Land Rover into the courtyard of a mansion.

Wendy looked at the three-story villa in front of her and gulped. The independent villa of her family was in the rich area, but compared with the Hogg's Mansion, she finally knew what a real mansion was! Before she entered, she had already experienced what it's like to be part of a grand family.

She followed Charlie to open the door. Her feet were a little stiff when they fell on the ground, and even her breathing seemed to be irregular.

Charlie came over and frowned. "Wendy, if you don't wanna go, let's go back."

"No..." Wendy shook her head.

She looked up at that pair of deep eyes staring at herself. She could be sure that if she said she did not wanna go, he would not make things difficult for her. But Wendy was afraid Charlie won't go in either. How could he not be present at his father's birthday!

Wendy breathed out a sigh of relief. "Charlie, let's go in!"

"We can leave whenever you want!" Charlie took her hand and interlocked fingers. "Okay!" Wendy smiled.

Being led by him to walk inside step by step, she kept cheering herself up in her mind.

Wendy, don't be afraid!

After entering the villa, there was a big empty hallway with a mahogany shoe cabinet on both sides. The carpet was also very deep brick red. There were all kinds of calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall. After passing through it, it was the bright and spacious living room.

Laughter could be heard from inside from time to time. It seemed to a lively party.

A servant came out and took the slippers for them, then ran to the living room and reported respectfully, "Master, the Young Master is back!"

While they were talking, Wendy and Charlie had already entered the living room.

Charlie's father was sitting on the leather sofa, still wearing a Chinese tunic suit. Although he was not angry, his imposing manner did not decrease at all. However, at this time, he was smiling and looked very amiable. But when he heard the voice and looked over, his face changed instantly.

Especially when he saw Wendy and Charlie holding each other's hands, his smile disappeared.

When the sharp gaze came, Wendy took a breath and subconsciously wanted to let go of Charlie's hand.

Charlie didn't let her go. Instead, he held her tight.