Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 137

"I didn't..." She shook her head in panic.

"So... Are you seducing me?" Charlie narrowed his eyes.

"No..." Wendy felt really wronged, but she was drunk, which made her unable to explain.

Charlie held her hand, wrapped it in his palm and led it all the way down. Magically, the buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned one by one as their hands went down. This time, his strong chest was completely exposed to her.

Wendy was stimulated by the scene and felt even more dizzier. When she wanted to look away, Charlie suddenly leaned over and called out her name.

"Wendy."

She couldn't help but be stunned.

This word slipped into her ears without warning, as if a small feather was sweeping through her heart.

No one had ever called her in this kind of tone.

Whether Felix or anyone else who was close to her all just called her name in a normal and friendly tone. It was the first time that someone called her name in this way. This simple name suddenly became somewhat seductive and romantic.

Wendy swallowed, and her chin was gently raised by Charlie. "Wendy, I want to do something bad to you." Her heart suddenly beat faster.

What he meant by this sentence...

Wendy raised her eyes, only to find that his deep and profound eyes were burning with the light of desire, as if they were showing that he wanted to swallow her.

It seemed that he had endured for a long time, so Charlie expressed his eagerness in a very straightforward way. "I want you!"

Wendy only felt that these three words exploded in her brain. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Charlie pressed her on the bed as if he was doing push-ups. He bent his elbows slightly, and his hot breath spread on her eyelashes. "I'll give you ten seconds to think about it. If you don't refuse, I'll take it as a yes."

"Ten, nine, eight..."

He began to count the number, but he suddenly quickened in the end. "Three-two-one!"

Wendy was dizzy and couldn't react at all. She looked at him blankly, only to see his thin lips curled into a smile.

Then, the shadow descended.

She was kissed.

When her lips and teeth were opened, Wendy's refusal was replaced by a groan. When her consciousness became more and more blurred, a parabola of clothes flashed in front of her eyes.

Who on earth was flirting...

Out of nowhere, Charlie took out a condom package and bit it open with his teeth.

When he bent over again, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his overbearing and seductive voice echoed in her ears, "Wendy, give yourself to me!"

Wendy was completely intoxicated.

The next morning, Wendy was awakened by the morning light.

The curtains were not closed, and the bright light from the outside filled in. The whole bedroom was brightly lit, including the knitted sweater and trousers on the floor, as well as countless toilet paper balls.

She had a severe headache and felt sore and weak all over the body, as if she had been beaten by someone.

Wendy suddenly sat up because she found that she was not in her own boudoir.

It was typical men's style room, but it was not unfamiliar. After looking around carefully, she was sure that it was Charlie's room opposite to hers. What followed to her mind was the limited- level scene that happened last night.

Like a slide, it replayed in her head.

"Wendy, I want to do something bad to you."

"I want you!"

Wendy held her painful temples with both hands. Alcohol is a potent drug that anaesthetizes her brain, but also a key to opening her desire. She was driven by the alcohol last night, and actually slept with Charlie...

The sound of running water could be heard in the bathroom. It should be Charlie.

Wendy closed her eyes and calmed down for two seconds. She carefully lifted the quilt, picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on one by one. She grabbed the belt of her bag and walked

out carefully like a thief.

As soon as she touched the door handle, she heard a male voice coming from behind, even with the huskiness after sex. "Are you going to run away after eating me up?"

Wendy turned around and saw Charlie standing at the door of the bathroom. He was wiping his hair with a towel and looking at her with a faint smile.

"Um..." She stammered awkwardly.

"Go in and take a shower," Charlie said, giving a signal to the bathroom behind him.

Wendy licked the corner of her mouth and shook her head. "No, I'd better go back to wash..."

After that, she ran out as if she was escaping.

She directly opened the door and fled to the opposite side. Then she closed her door and rushed into the bathroom.

Wendy quickly took a shower. Although she could wash off the smell left by Charlie, she could not wash away the mark left by him. Allover her body that could be seen was covered by hickeys.

She changed her clothes and looked at herself in the mirror, regretting that she lost control last night. She swore in her heart that she would never drink wine again...

"Wendy, I can force you to be with me as I did before."

"It's just that I don't want to do that anymore."

Charlie's words echoed in her ears. Indeed, he didn't do that. Instead, he used a more advanced method to make her take off her guard from her body to her heart, to fall into his trap uncontrollably...

Wendy slowly clenched her fingers.

Knock, knock!

There was a knock on the door, and she slowly walked over.

Outside the door, Charlie had changed into a suit, and his face was more refreshed than the last time he had released in her bathroom. He held a shopping bag of the supermarket in his hand and said, "I just bought noodles downstairs. You can cook it!"

"I'm not very hungry..." Wendy did not let him in.

"Then cook it for me." Charlie didn't mind.

Wendy did not move at the door and silently confronted him for a moment. Under the gaze of his deep eyes, she was defeated in the end. She took the shopping bag and silently walked to the kitchen.

A small bundle of noodles could be split into two bowls when it was boiled.

Charlie's bowl was full and hers was half a bowl, each with a beautiful poached egg on it.

Sitting face to face with Charlie while stirring up the hot noddles, Wendy silently sent the noodles into her mouth.

However, even if she lowered her head, she could not ignore the burning eyes on the other side.

Wendy bit her lip and raised her head. As expected, she bumped into those deep and profound eyes. She couldn't bear it and said, "Charlie, can you stop looking at me..."

"Are you shy?" Charlie chuckled.

Like last night, her cheeks were stained with rougelike red. Under the morning light, her skin was white and pink like the color of peach blossoms when they bloomed the best.

Charlie picked up some noodles and swallowed them slowly. His eyes gleamed with mischievous light. He deliberately pulled his lips and said, "You were very enthusiastic last night. Your groans even made my bones crispy."

"Can you stop talking..." Wendy's white face turned even redder.

She looked at him with her trembling eyelashes and made up her mind.

Whatever!

She pinched her chopsticks and plucked up her courage. Biting her lips, she whispered quickly, "Well, last night, it was just a one-night stand..."