Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 369

Wendy leaned her back against the wall, coolness penetrating through her clothes into her skin, but her breathing was hot.

Charlie's kiss was as fierce as ever.

She had no time to react, let alone struggle away.

The dim light of the hallway stretched the overlapping shadows of the two on the ground, as ambiguous as possible.

In such a deep kiss, Wendy felt that her body was getting weaker and weaker. Her feet were also as light as a feather, and her waist was tightened. All of a sudden, she was lifted up in the air by Charlie.

She opened her eyes in a daze and saw the burning desire in his eyes.

When Charlie slipped his big hand through the hem of his shirt, Wendy woke up with a start, realizing what might happen next, and thinking that there was only a door between them and Larry, and that Larry was sleeping inside...

"Don't..."

She panicked and reached out to stop him.

Charlie stopped and put his forehead on hers.

After a few heavy gasps, he put her down very gently, and when he let go, he fixed her clothes for her.

"Wendy." Charlie's fingertip rubbed her hair, and his eyes were as deep as an ancient well, but also seemed to be as soft as water, "I won't force you, nor will I play tricks on you. I'll wait until you're willing to accept me."

What he said to Emily last time was not a lie. After four long years of separation, this time he has a lifetime of patience.

Until she's willing to accept him...

Wendy looked at him absent-mindedly.

Charlie's thin lips curled up, "Go to sleep!"

Wendy nodded her head a few seconds later, wrenched open the door to the children's room and walked in, forgetting even to say good night.

This night, she slept very well.

The next morning, when Wendy came out of the bathroom to wash up, she saw Larry also pouting his little ass out from under the blanket.

He rubbed his eyes cutely with his two small hands and called her "Wendy" in a soft and sticky voice.

"Sweety, are you awake?" She hurried over to him.

Putting Larry on her lap, she pulled out a piece of tissue and helped him wipe away the gum in his eyes.

Larry raised his head like a doll, with a very pleasant expression on his little face. When she threw the paper balls into the trash can, he blinked his big eyes and asked curiously, "Wendy, I was not at home yesterday. What did you and Daddy do yesterday?" "Well, we didn't do anything..." Wendy answered with a guilty conscience.

"Then why did Granny say you went on a date?" Larry tilted his head.

"..." Wendy almost bit her tongue.

She couldn't lie to her son's big, clear eyes, and she thought of what the staff said yesterday at the stable, and she became even more uncomfortable, awkwardly changing the subject, "Sweety, are you hungry? I'm going to take you to wash up now, and then I'm going to take you downstairs and make you breakfast!"

Wendy made a Chinese breakfast this morning. She made millet porridge, and Aunt Lee helped her steam a pot of steamed dumplings.

Shortly after they sat down, Charlie, dressed in a black suit, walked in and pulled out a chair and sat across from them.

Thinking of what happened in front of the door last night, she lowered her eyelashes in embarrassment.

Aunt Lee smiled and handed over the tableware. "Morning, sir!"

"Morning." Charlie curled his lips. When he picked up his chopsticks, he suddenly looked up at her and asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Wendy was drinking porridge and almost choked.

"Yes..." She swallowed the porridge.

Charlie raised his eyebrows silently, picked up the steamed dumpling with pork and put it in his mouth. Because Wendy had to take care of Larry, Charlie ate faster than them, but after he finished eating, he didn't leave the table, and just sat there and leaned back, and his deep, restrained eyes stared straight at her without hiding it.