Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 71

Bang!

The little box fell into the bin with a thump.

Charlie's face darkened, and he said in an unhappy tone, "If you don't want, then I’ll throw it away!"

After that, he swung his arms and left quickly.

Wendy didn't move and watched his tall and cold back, fearing that she would be lost if she was alone.

She remembered that the necklace cost more than 11,000 dollars, which was equivalent to some people's annual salary. However, he didn't hesitate at all and just threw it away.

Even if it was not her money, Wendy still felt sorry for it.

She bit her lips, "I want it..."

Charlie stopped and turned around after hearing her words. He looked at her with a gloomy look.

Wendy compromised. She went to the trash bin and picked up the small blue box. The white bowknot on the box was stained with dirt. She wiped it with her hand carefully.

Then, she opened it and found the sunflower shaped key pendant was lying in it.

It looked more beautiful than in the store. The diamonds inlaid in it were so dazzling and eyecatching. Wendy raised her hand to touch the pendant, but someone took it up before she could do.

She looked up and saw Charlie's face was approaching her. She didn't know when he had come back. He slightly bent, and then she felt a cold on her neck. The pendant was hanging before her

collarbone.

Charlie didn't let go of her and put his hand on the back of her neck.

He slightly pulled her forward and looked into her eyes, "You must wear it wherever you go from now on!"

"Okay." Wendy nodded.

"Wear it all the time!"

"I got it..."

"You're not allowed to take it off even while you’re showering!"

"OK..."

After she had promised to him three times, Charlie raised his eyebrows with satisfaction.

Wendy was used to his mood swings. She could only complain about his bossiness in her mind.

However, when she looked down and saw the shiny necklace, she felt stressed. She had never worn such an expensive jewelry before. She looked around from time to time and was always worried that someone would rob it...

Wendy picked up the pendant and put it into her collar.

Then, she stroked it through her shirt. Charlie noticed what she was doing, and the gloom in his eyes gradually disappeared.

He put his arm around her shoulder and said in a better tone, "Let's go. Times Square is over there. I'll show you around!"

It was slightly dark when they got there.

Times Square was worthy of being called the Crossroad of the World. It was very crowded there. With lights on, it looked so prosperous.

When Charlie held Wendy’s hand, she held back tightly. Otherwise, she would be easily parted from him by the crowd.

She felt like a bumpkin who had only seen little of the world. Everything here was novel for her.

Charlie raised his hand, which was holding Wendy’s hand, and pointed at a distant street, "It's still early. We can go to see the opera later."

"Okay!" Wendy nodded.

After wandering around the square for a while, she licked her lips and felt a little thirsty.

Charlie, who was standing next to her, asked, "What do you want to drink?"

"Salt soda water." Wendy blurted out.

Charlie looked at the convenience store across the road and pulled her to the side of the flower bed, "Wait here. I’ll be back soon. Don't walk around!"

Wendy nodded obediently.

Five minutes later, Charlie came back with a bottle of salt soda and a bottle of coke. Wendy had been surrounded by an elderly tourist group. She was standing on tiptoes in the, as if she was afraid of being hidden.

"Why don't you move to another place?"

He walked over and knocked her head with the salt soda water.

Wendy rubbed her forehead in pain and said, "Because you told me to wait for you here and don’t walk around..."

Charlie was speechless. She was really obedient enough.

"Here you are!" He handed her the salt soda water.

Wendy thanked him. When she took it over, she found that the bottle cap had been unscrewed, and she could drink it directly.

The salt soda water was different from other kinds of soda water. It tasted salty at first and sweet in the next. The feeling it brought to the tongue was different from any other kind of drink. However, that man liked it. And as time went by, she seemed to fall in love with it.

As soon as she put down the bottle, Charlie took it over.

Charlie raised his head and took a sip. He frowned and said, "What the hell is this!"

Then, he threw it back to her. Wendy twitched her lips. Looking at the half bottle of salt soda water, she didn't know whether she should continue to drink or not. The water was mixed with his saliva...

As she screwed the cap and looked up, a familiar figure flashed across her sight. She froze in an instant.

She took a deep breath and concentrate, then she found that there were only foreigners around her.

Wendy shook her head.

Maybe some salt soda water had left in her mouth, so she had an illusion. Even if she knew that man and she were in the same city, how could there be such a coincidence in such a big city?

Charlie put his arm around her waist, lowered his head, and asked her, "What are you looking at?"

"Uh." Wendy paused and pointed to the opposite side, "The street artist who is riding a skateboard is quite handsome..."

When she finished speaking, she suddenly felt a pain in her waist.

Realizing that she had said something wrong, Wendy added, "But he is no better than you!"

"Really?" Charlie raised his eyebrows.

Wendy nodded. She seemed to be afraid that he would not believe it, so she deliberately prolonged the word, "Yeeee—s"

The next second, her chin was suddenly lifted.

"You... hmm!"

Wendy widened her eyes.

Charlie kissed her directly. It was a deep kiss. He had already gotten her tongue.

Next to them was the crowded streets, and people passed by them from time to time. Because it was in a western country, no one would stare at them. Wendy still felt shy, but she could not push him away.

When she was released, Wendy blushed and didn't dare to raise her head.

Charlie held her in his arms tightly. His chest was heaving violently, and the color in his eyes had changed. After a short pause, he took her directly into a taxi and said, "Let's go back to the hotel!"

Along the way, Charlie urged the driver to drive faster.

When they arrived at the hotel, he pulled her directly upstairs.

The door was closed but the key card had not been inserted. In the darkness, Wendy was carried on his shoulder.

She was pressed on the bed by Charlie. Neon lights shined in through the window. She swallowed and said, "Will...we do tonight?"

"Of course!" Charlie knelt on both sides of her and pulled the button of his shirt, "What do you think I brought you here for?"

Wendy’s breathing quickened, especially when she stared at the strong muscles on his chest.

She turned her burning face aside. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

When the sound of tearing open the package came into her ears, Wendy remembered that he had said he would take her to watch an opera.