Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 143

If she had been willing to continue to be with him, Wendy would not have proposed to end their relationship.

Charlie was excellent in all aspects. A man like him would never lack women. Even just being his secret lover, there would be a lot of women lining for him. But she was definitely not one of them.

So last time after she got drunk and slept with him, she described it as a one- night stand. It was because she didn't want to continue repeating the same mistake.

When she finally finished all the words in her heart, Wendy felt both relaxed and stifled.

Especially when she walked by him step by step, her throat seemed to be held by a hand, but she tried not to show anything. When the calm male voice behind her rang, her foot, which was about to step out of the kitchen, was stuck there.

What... did he say?

Wendy turned around in shock.

Her head was blank, and she could only look at him blankly, only hearing the sound of her heart beating violently.

"Charlie, what... what do you mean?"

Wendy swallowed hard and finally regained her voice.

Charlie said. "What?" "What do you mean by what you said just now?" Wendy didn't dare to blink, she held her breath and continued to ask.

"Literally!" Charlie frowned slightly, and his face seemed to be slightly red.

What did it mean by literally?

Wendy quietly put her hands behind her back.

She pinched her palms hard. Even though she could feel the pain clearly, she still could not believe what she had heard was true.

In Wendy's life, she had never been so stunned like this at this moment.

She opened her mouth, as if she was still looking for a definite answer. Every word she asked was very slow. "Charlie, do you mean that you want me to be your girlfriend?"

"Or whom else? A ghost?"

After saying that, Charlie snorted coldly.

Wendy gently gasped, her heart was originally cold and disappointed, but at this time, something hot was surging up, flooding everything, and nothing could stop it.

The feelings in her heart were so full that her eyes were a little blank for a moment.

Her eyelashes fluttered down. "Well..."

"Well?" Charlie frowned even more tightly.

What a f*cking reaction!

Wendy looked up at him and stood still. They were a few steps away from each other. Under the bright light of the kitchen, he was standing against the light. His body was covered with a hazy layer of halo, and his deep eyes were bright.

She seemed to have been dazzled by him, so soon she lowered her head again. The corner of her mouth moved for a long time, and then she said in a low voice, "I'll think about it..."

After that, she ran away.

By the time Charlie realized what had happened, he only heard the sound of the door being closed.

Think about it?

Under the light, Charlie's face looked terrible.

Raising his hand to touch his neck, he felt more pain in the joints of his fingers and the injury on his face.

What's her problem? How could she think about it?

"Wendy!" Charlie was finally annoyed. Through the phone, she could still feel his crazy anger. "What do you have to think about? I'm asking you, no matter on the bed or not, didn't I satisfy you?"

The final voice was so loud that it seemed that the phone was shaking with the roar.

Listening to his undisguised words, Wendy almost choked by her own saliva and hurriedly covered the microphone with her hands.

She looked around and fortunately, no one paid attention to her. Instead, her colleagues were getting up and walking to the meeting room with laptops in their hands one after another. The daily meeting was about to begin.

She couldn't help but feel refreshed and finally found an excuse. "I'm going to a meeting! About what you said... I haven't thought about it clearly, uh, that's it..."

After that, Wendy hung up the phone in a panic and threw it in the drawer.

She also ran to the meeting room with the pen in her arms. She didn't dare to think that at this time, what kind of expression would Charlies put on his face.

After the meeting, the first thing Wendy did was to check her mobile phone nervously. Surprisingly, Charlie did not call her again, nor did he send a text message. She was relieved. During the whole lunch break, she had the lunch peacefully, and there was still no movement on her phone.

Gradually, Wendy relaxed and began to focus on her work that had to be done in the afternoon.

She went to the bathroom halfway, and it took her a little longer. When she came back, she found that the atmosphere in the office had become very different, especially those female colleagues. Each of them was making up their eyebrows and lips.

Wendy looked at their expectant faces, she was confused. "What's wrong with everyone?"

"Wendy, you still don't know?" The colleague next to her was also rouging her lips while explaining to her, "Just now the supervisor announced that a big shot is going to come to our company!"

"What big shot?" Wendy shook her head with a blank look on her face.

Who on earth was it? Everyone was so nervous and excited, which seemed to be more important than the general manager's inspection.

"Oh, it's..."

When her colleague was about to answer her, someone ran from the door and shouted, "Director, Mr. Hogg is here!"