Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 273

"What did you say?"

Wendy looked at him in confusion.

Charlie's thin lips were only a few centimeters away from her. When he was speaking, his breath sprayed on her face. "Well, since Larry was picked up by you at the airport, you began to deliberately get close to him and make him like you and pester you, and you secretly asked Hogg's Group's employees about my marriage. You tried so hard, you're just trying to get closer to me, aren't you?

"Clap!"

Wendy raised her hand.

Perhaps because it was late at night, the sound was very clear.

She was confused at first, but after he finished talking, she suddenly became angry. Even though she knew that he had lost his memory and could not remember her, she still felt angry for he got her all wrong. So she acted without thinking.

The moment her hand fell on his face, she was also surprised. She had never dared to do that before.

Charlie's face was slightly tilted to the left, and his brows were knitted.

Wendy took a deep breath and raised her head with a slightly pale face. She looked into his deep eyes and said, "I think you're drunk without drinking, so this is for you being mean to me!" "You just..." She paused and her face was a little hot. She gritted her teeth and continued, "You kissed me twice... and I only hit you once. You're still taking advantage. I will pretend that nothing has happened. Mr. Hogg, please show some respect!"

After saying that, she broke free from his arms and moved two steps to the side.

Then, she turned her head and walked into the apartment building with faster and faster steps. In the end, she simply ran into the apartment building.

Charlie's tongue was slightly pressed against his right face.

Although the sound sounded very clear, she's just a woman.

It was a bit painful at first, but it was numb later. When the night wind blew by, that feeling somehow spread to his heart.

Charlie lowered his eyebrows and looked at his son through the window, who was still asleep.

He looked at the direction in which the beautiful figure had disappeared, and his eyes were dark.

At noon in the restaurant.

Emily took Wendy into the hall and saw that there were no empty tables. She said in a low voice, "Oh my god, there are so many people!"

"Emily, I think this restaurant is pretty expensive. We don't have to, do we?" Wendy looked at the decoration of the restaurant with hesitation. "Nah! Don't worry about it, I have two cash tickets given by a friend. It won't cost much!" Emily winked at Wendy, reached out to call the waiter and asked if there was an empty table.

The waiter said that there were no more empty tables for the time being, but they can wait for a while because a guest had just paid the bill.

After two or three minutes, they saw a guest carrying a bag and leaving. The waiter packed up quickly and came over to take them in.

When they walked into the hall, Wendy suddenly stopped and pulled Emily's arm. "Emily, how about we come back next time? I think there's a barbecue restaurant on the opposite street which is very good..."

"What's the matter? We already got our seat!" Emily asked in confusion.

Wendy pursed the corners of her mouth, indicating Emily to watch a seat near the window.

Emily looked over and instantly understood. There were three or four women sitting at the table, who looked like young ladies from rich family. Among them, Madge, with her hair tucked behind her ears, was the most eye-catching one.

Emily nodded hurriedly. "Okay, I also think there's not much food to eat!"

They both knew it by heart and turned to walk out of the restaurant after speaking to the waiter.

On the square dining table, Madge put down the knife and fork in her hand and gracefully picked up the red wine glass next to her. When she just put it to her mouth, someone next to her said, "Madge, your bracelet is Cartier Limited Edition!"

"Yes." She nodded with a smile.

"Oh my god!" The woman suddenly shouted in a low voice, "I heard that there are only more than 20 in the world, and many famous stars are wearing it. I wanted to buy one before, but I couldn't! By the way, Madge, I heard that you have entered Gray's Group, right?"

Madge smiled faintly. "Yes, my dad asked me to get familiar with the company, but it's not a high position. I shall start the business slowly!"

"Nonsense! Everyone knows your ability. You've finished your Ph.D. abroad. Obviously, your dad is going to give the family business to you!"

"Madge, we really envy you! You are born to be a God's favored daughter, and you have an excellent fiance like Mr. Hogg. It can be said that you have won both your career and love. You are the winner of your life, and Mr. Hogg and you are a perfect match for each other!"

The other two also joined in the conversation, and it's all praise.

Madge's smile deepened, exposing her dimples. She liked to hear people put her with Charlie together. NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

After she took a sip of red wine, she heard a woman asking, "Madge, it's been a long time since you and Mr. Hogg had an engagement ceremony. When are you going to hold a wedding ceremony? Don't forget to invite us!"

"Not yet." Madge's smile did not change. "Neither Charlie nor I am in a hurry for the time being." However, the hand on the fine glass handle was clenched secretly.

She had talked about the marriage more than once, but Charlie was always muted. When she was in Hogg's Group two days ago, she even mentioned her father, but it still didn't work.

"Haha, that's right! Anyway, you two are going to get married eventually, it's just a matter of time!"

The last sentence seemed to be in Madge's favor.

She had always been so confident that she would marry Charlie. She raised her glass gracefully and said, "Don't worry, I'll invite you by then!"

Out of the corner of her eyes, she glanced out of the window, and Madge froze while drinking the red wine.

The figure who just walked across the street was very familiar, and she couldn't be wrong.

Wendy?

Didn't she leave the country? Why did she come back...

"Knock knock knock--"

After Wendy and Emily finished the barbecue, their clothes were full of smoke smell.

Wendy had just returned to her room to change into her housecoat when she faintly heard a noise, and then she heard Emily, who was hanging quilts on the balcony, shouting at the top of her lungs, "Wendy, I think someone's at the door!"

"I'll go!" Wendy said hurriedly. It was just a little strange, there was something about the knock on the door that wasn't quite the same.

When she arrived at the entrance, Wendy looked out through the cat eye. She opened the door but didn't see anyone. She wondered if she'd misheard.

"Wendy-"

A soft child's voice sounded.

Wendy lowered her head in the direction of the sound and saw that Larry was throwing himself at her leg.

She was stunned. "Larry, why are you here?"

Larry's big eyes were shining like black grapes, and he looked shy with his mouth closed.

"Did you run out on your own?" Wendy looked behind him and asked worriedly.

"No!" Larry shook his head and said with a grin, "Aunt Lee sent me. She didn't leave until I arrived at the door!"

Upon hearing this, Wendy finally understood what was going on.

But she was also surprised, just like the last time she was in the hotel. At that time, Charlie only gave her a ride once, and Larry could accurately remember the place and find it. It had to be said that he was really smart at such a young age.

After what happened last night, Wendy felt a little complicated when she faced Larry.

When she hesitated whether she should turn him away or not, Larry had already gotten himself into the house by her legs. He took a pair of slippers out from the shoe cabinet and put them on the ground expertly, then softly called her, "Wendy~"

Looking into his big eyes, she sighed, closed the door and half-squatted down.

She took off the small sneakers on his feet, then held them and stuffed them into the slippers.

After watching her do these things, Larry's face turned red, and he reached out his little hand to her.

Wendy heard her own heartfelt sigh and helplessly went to take that soft little hand and lead him to the living room.

Emily, who came back from the balcony with a quilt in her hands, was shocked. ''Ah, why did this young master come here again?"

Wendy spread out her hands, showing that she was also at a loss.

Sitting on the sofa, Larry spontaneously climbed to her side and put his little face and small hands against her.

Wendy held Larry in her arms and confronted him. After much deliberation, she said in a struggling tone, "Larry, you can't keep coming to me or my place..."

Hearing this, Larry's face immediately sank, and he looked as if he was going to cry.

"Did I do something wrong?"

It's not that you've done something wrong, it's your father...

Wendy's heart tightened slightly when she saw the pitiful look in Larry's eyes. Last night, Charlie's words made her so angry that she didn't fall asleep for a long time. She didn't want him to think that she was using his son to get close to him.

Emily came out of her bedroom and saw Wendy's struggle and frustration. She sat down and said, "You're the young master of the Hogg family, why are you always pestering Wendy? Where's your mother? Why don't you let her accompany you?"

"Actually, I've always been curious!" Emily continued muttering, "As far as I know, Madge didn't have a baby, so it's impossible that Madge is your mother! Moreover, if she is your mother, she and Mr. Hogg would have been married long ago! So, who is your mother..."

Hearing what she said, Wendy also looked at Larry, and saw him purse his lips.

Wendy also thought that Larry had nothing to do with Madge. No matter where she looked, they didn't look alike. Somehow, she was very sure about it. It was not that she was not curious. It was just that no matter who his mother was, whether it was a one- night stand or a lover outside, he was Charlie's son...

It was an indisputable fact that Charlie had a son.

Larry suddenly climbed down from the sofa and ran to the window with his head down.

Windows in this house were not like the floor-to-ceiling windows of the villa where he lived, his small figure could only face the wall, with his head against it, like a little bent seedling. "Larry?"

Wendy got up and followed him.

Seeing Larry's stubborn back, she got close to him worriedly. "Larry, what's the matter?"

There was still no response. Wendy had to gently hold his little shoulder and asked over and over again patiently.

After a long time, Larry looked up at her, but soon he lowered his head again and said in a low voice, "I don't have a mother..."