Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 277

"...Charlie Hogg!"

Wendy shouted out in a low voice.

It was the second time Wendy calling his full name tonight. A man of his stature, many people would call him Mr. Hogg. Few people would dare to call him that. However, instead of being annoyed, he wanted to hear her call him that again.

It seemed that she should have called him in that way.

The atmosphere in the room was too ambiguous, and the danger at the bottom of his eyes was so strong.

Wendy struggled hard, but both of her arms were lifted and both of her legs were suppressed, so her struggle seemed to be useless. On the contrary, a button under her collar cracked due to the struggling.

The black lace trim seemed to be exposed.

Wendy did not dare to move anymore. She bit her lips and glared at him. Then she saw his thin lips suddenly moved, he said, "I heard what you said to the villagers at that time."

She was stunned for a moment before she realized that he'd misunderstood.

But there was no way to explain this. The only thing she could do was to find a way to escape from his imprisonment. "If you really don't want to, you won't agree to let me stay the night." Charlie narrowed his deep eyes, and his tone was meaningful like what it by the river before. He even had a faint smile on his face, "Wendy Lim, it's enough to play hard to get!"

Wendy laughed out of anger.

Don't take kindness for granted!

What's more, what did she do that made him think she's playing?

Wendy closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she sneered and said, "Charlie, you think you're a prince charming?"

Charlie stopped bending down, and his eyebrows gradually gathered together.

"... Someone is coming!"

Wendy suddenly passed him and looked out of the window nervously.

Hearing this, Charlie subconsciously turned his head and looked over. And while he was distracted, Wendy under him took the opportunity to break free and rolled aside. Then she jumped out of bed and ran to the door.

Outside the window, it was dark and quiet, where there was no movement at all.

Charlie realized that he had been cheated, but it was too late for him to catch her.

Wendy ran very fast, like a 100-meter sprint. Almost in the blink of an eye, she rushed out of the bedroom and went straight to the opposite room. After the door was tightly closed, he heard the sound of locking. Then he was alone in the bedroom, and the ambiguous air seemed to have not yet completely dispersed.

Charlie turned over and lay on his back on the bed. The quilt was very clean, it should be freshly laundered, giving the smell of laundry detergent. He poured out a cigarette from the cigarette case and put it in his mouth, and white smoke was spreading.

With his every deep exhaling, he was trying to suppress something.

However, when he finished two cigarettes, he saw that there was still no sign of going away at the lower part of the belt around his waist.

His deep eyes narrowed slightly, and the color of his eyes grew darker and darker. Especially when his right palm was closed, he seemed to be able to feel the slipperyness of her skin, as soft as a willow.

Charlie's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, feeling a little dry.

He had never had special needs for women for a long time. In other words, he had no interest in women and couldn't get hard. He was also surprised by the fact that he had a son, and didn't expect that he would have sex with a woman and left a child.

He was recuperating in the hospital for a while because of that car accident.

Gilbert Hogg showed him a photo of the poor woman who had the same fate as her mother that had a hemorrhage during delivery and didn't get off the table. She looked young but quite beautiful. However, he didn't remember that woman at all, and she couldn't arouse him at all.

He also had doubts, but he had done a paternity test and found that the blood relationship between Larry and him was ninety-nine percent, so he just took it as a one-night stand.

It was just like the kiss in the apartment building that day, which was enough to make his lower abdomen tighten, and his blood boil. Charlie was very strange about what she could do to him.

When the third cigarette was lit up, the desire for her was not reduced.

Charlie put out the cigarette that only took a puff, untied the belt, and his big hand was going down.

After a while, there was a man's groan in the room...

Charlie threw the toilet paper into the trash can, turned off the lights, and the bedroom fell into darkness.

After a short release, a deep dissatisfaction ensued. Charlie turned over and pulled the quilt. When he was about to close his eyes, he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening, followed by footsteps.

Looking out of the window, he could vaguely see a yellow light and a slender shadow.

Wendy held the flashlight, rushed out of the gate from the yard and walked toward the river.

Just now, as she lay down to sleep, she noticed that the small key she wore around her neck was missing.

She searched all over the room but found nothing. Later, she remembered that when she worshiped her grandmother at dusk, she stepped back and walked to the other side of Charlie. Charlie asked her why she knew that he could not swim. She uncomfortably touched her neck because she was too guilty. She thought that she might have been accidentally pulled her pendant down at that time.

Wendy was really afraid. What if someone picked it up?

It's not like in the city, so there was no way to check video surveillance. If someone picked it up, she really didn't know where to find it. She had no desire to sleep, so she flipped out her flashlight and came out looking for it.

There was no street lamp in the countryside, so she could only rely on the light source in her hand. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

However, the area by the river was too wide and covered with grass. It would be extremely difficult to find a tiny necklace.

There was a mountain not far away. In addition to her grandparents who were buried there, there were many people there who died in the countryside. When the night wind blew, she felt that it was gloomy and her palms and feet were covered with cold sweat.

But there was no other way. She had to find it.

Wendy plucked up the courage and didn't look towards the mountain. She moved forward along the river with small steps, with the flashlight shining in the grass, she searched little by little.

Suddenly, there was a vague sound.

Wendy's back bone was stiff. The voice seemed to come from behind, getting closer and closer, closer and closer...

"Ah! Ghost-"

When something patted her on the shoulder, Wendy screamed.

Without looking back, she ran forward and was scared out of her wits. However, the thing seemed to chase after her and suddenly hugged her waist. She completely broke down. "Let me go... Ghost!"

Charlie, who was called a ghost, twitched his lips in the darkness.

"Look clearly who I am!" He turned her over and shouted in an unkind tone.

The familiar and quiet voice, as well as the warmth of the body temperature when touched...

"...Charlie?" Wendy seemed to have just recovered a little bit. She swallowed hard and was still in a state of shock. "Why did you come out?"

Charlie frowned and glanced at her flashlight. He said in a low voice, "I should be the one to ask you. What are you doing sneaking out in the middle of the night?"