Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 113

In the afternoon, they had a meeting in the Hogg's Group for almost an hour.

During the meeting, Charlie fully concentrated on work, and did not even cast a glance to Wendy. After the meeting ended, Wendy and her supervisor left together, Charlie and Farr happened to follow them out, saying that they could give them a ride.

The supervisor agreed happily, and Wendy was arranged to be between them.

However, Charlie got on the car and closed his eyes soon. He did not open his eyes until they got off the car.

Before closing the door, Wendy looked back and saw the outline of his side face. There was no expression on his face and an indifferent feeling around his body.

She clenched her hands. What was she looking forward to?

It would be the best if they had nothing to do with each other...

Wendy changed a hand to hold her phone and reminded him, "Charlie, we have nothing to do with each other..."

"Yes, I know." Charlie replied.

Wendy didn't know how to continue.

While she was hesitating to end the call, he asked again, "How to cook noodles?" "Eh?" Wendy was stunned.

"How did you cook for me before?" Charlie paused for a while and continued, "I've bought noddles and eggs. What should I do with the spring onion?"

"You... want to cook?" Wendy asked in surprise.

"Yes." Charlie replied in a low voice. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

After getting his answer, Wendy couldn't hide her surprise. She swallowed and said in a dull voice, "The onion should be washed first, and then cut it into pieces..."

As soon as she stopped, there seemed to be the sound of running water on the line, followed by the sound of the cutting things on chopping block.

"And then?"

Wendy still couldn't believe that he was really cooking noodles. She subconsciously continued, "Put some water into the pot and add an egg into it after the water was boiled. A few minutes later, put some noodles into it. Remember to stir them with chopsticks..."

"Put an egg directly into the water?" Charlie asked her.

"Yes..." Wendy replied.

Then, she heard some noises on the line.

However, the noise this time was a little loud, even with the sound of the collision of lid and pot.

Wendy remembered he once told her that he mastered all the living skills, including fixing toilet and changing bulb when he was studying abroad alone, except for cooking... Just like a child, Charlie had to ask her about every step before he started to do.

Wendy couldn't hang up, so she had to hold on during the whole process. Finally, she heard the sound of the lid covering the pot. She grasped her phone and said, "I've taught you how to cook noodles... Do you have anything else to say? If not, I'll hang up..."

After waiting for two seconds, she looked at her phone.

Charlie had already hung...

He was still as domineering as before, and no one was allowed to hang up his phone call.

She bit her lips and put her phone aside. When Wendy lowered her head and was ready to eat, she found that the meal was already become cold.

In the evening, it was in the most luxurious restaurant in the city center.

When Wendy got off work, she was asked by her supervisor to take part in the dinner. He said that she didn't need to drink, but only be responsible for pouring wine for the leaders. Since the supervisor had said so, she had no way to refuse.

They were on the second floor. Not long after they came in, the supervisor hung up the phone and went out to meet other leaders.

She hurriedly stood up from her seat. After a while, the door of the private room was pushed open, and some leaders came in. They were all dressed in suits and leather shoes, and there was a tall figure among them.

Charlie Hogg...

Even though he was at the back of the line, he was still outstanding among them.

No matter where he was, he could always catch people's eyes at first sight, and everything around him would become his background.

Charlie did not look at her, just like what he had done before in the meeting room. He went straight to the inmost seat and sat down. His whole back was lazily leaning on the chair, and one of his legs

curled up, showing a small part of his black sock.

After he sat down, the others took their seats.

They started eating soon. There was no waiter or waitress, so Wendy had to pour wine for the leaders one by one.

When she passed by someone, she heard the man asked with concern, "Mr. Hogg, are you ok?"

"Yes. I just drank too fast." Charlie put one hand on his stomach.

Wendy couldn't help looking at him, frowning slightly. He looked uncomfortable.

Another glass of wine was given to him. After drinking, Charlie put down the glass and stood up, "Sorry, I don't feel very well on my stomach. I'll go to the toilet."

Then, he strode out of the private room.

Wendy finished pouring wine for everyone and was about to sit down when the supervisor handed her a pack of tissue, "Wendy, go and see how is Mr. Hogg!"

"I..." She bit her lips but did not continue.

"Hurry up, I can't leave now!" The supervisor directly put the tissue into her hand, and then turned back to raise the glass to another man, "Director Chang, I will definite drink the wine..."

Wendy grasped the tissue tightly. She had no choice but to walk to the toilet.

The toilet located at the end of the corridor. Charlie was lying on the sink outside, wearing the white shirt that she had brought for him. Under the light, the muscles on his back could be vaguely seen. His back was breathtaking enough.

Only his hair was reflected in the mirror, and Wendy couldn't see his face.

Wendy slowed down and walked closer, "Mr. Hogg, are you all right?"

"Hmm." Charlie mumbled.

Seeing this, Wendy took a few more steps forward, "My supervisor asked me to come. Do you need any help?"

"Can you hand me that bottle of water?" Charlie did not raise his head, only pointed with his hand.

Wendy saw a bottle of water in the direction he pointed.

"Okay..." She reached out her hand and took it over.

She unscrewed the the lid and handed it to him, "Mr. Hogg, here you are..."

"Feed me." The two words were familiar to her.

Wendy pursed her lips and put the water beside the sink. She gritted her teeth and said, "I put it here. Drink it yourself!"

After that, she turned around and left.

Her wrist was caught. Wendy didn't know how could he do it. She only felt that a force pushed her to turn around, and she faced him again. She saw that he took up water and started to drank.

No...

Wendy shouted in her heart.

But it was too late. Charlie's thin lips pressed on hers immediately.

At the same time, she smelled the wine, and the water that he had drunk was fed to her.

This was the way that he called 'feed'.

Wendy opened her eyes wide, and his tongue extended to her mouth when she was in a daze.

A familiar feeling instantly came to her, and a limp and numb pleasure spread over her body within a few seconds. She felt ashamed of her responding.

When she was about to push him away, Charlie had already let go of her and said near her ear, "Do you miss me?"