Purchased A Mr. Right

Wendy was stunned.

Seeing the angry gradually emerged in his eyes, she felt a little timid and clenched her fists, but there was a force in her chest. She repeated, "Let's end the trade between us." "Grandma has left the hospital. I don't want to continue this relationship..."

When Charlie turned around, his back was against the window and the setting sun. He kept silent.

He took out a cigarette and lit it. The white smoke scattered from his nose and lips. He was not as furious as she imagined. He kept staring at her until the cigarette burned to end. The muscles of his naked upper body were tightened. He was silent but ready to say a thing.

Charlie stubbed out the cigarette, threw it into the trash can, twitched his lips, and said, "Wendy, are you going to leave me after taking advantage of me?"

His voice was surprisingly calm, but there was a hint of gloom in his eyes.

Wendy knew that he was angry.

"During this period of time..." She swallowed, making her voice sound clam, "We've taken what we needed. If we end, I hope we can have nothing to do with each other in the future." Only a few simple sentences were enough to make her palms sweaty.

But if they continued their relationship like that, she would look down on herself.

"Are you sure?" Charlie narrowed his eyes.

"Yes..." Wendy nodded.

"Bang!"

The basin on the stool was kicked to the ground by him.

The water inside spilled all over the floor, and some splashed on Wendy's shoes. Her shoes were getting wet, but she dared not to move.

Charlie sneered and said with great gloom in his eyes, "Ha, Wendy, do you think you can end the relationship as you want?"

"Don't..."

Wendy shouted in panic, and then she was dragged over by him.

She was pressed on the bed with a bang. She struggled to sit up, but he kissed her deeply.

The kiss, mixed with his anger, was overwhelming.

Charlie treated her violently. In the blink of an eye, the sweater on her body was torn open. She even heard the sound of cracking, and the gloom in his eyes made her break into a cold sweat. Wendy struggled to resist him but in vain.

She could only look up at the ceiling and her eyes gradually lost focus. Then, she said indifferently, "I don't want it, Charlie. You are forcing me to do this..." Charlie's hand moved to her waist and unzipped her jeans.

Suddenly, he touched something and stopped.

Being dominated by anger, Charlie almost forgot that she was in her period...

He raised his deep eyes and then held his breath.

Wendy was lying there like a sheep waiting to be slaughtered. She didn't struggle or shout, but tears were dropping down from the corners of her eyes.

Charlie reached out his hand to touch her tears. He felt that his fingers were pricked by something.

In fact, he was proud and disdained to force a woman.

Just like in the beginning, even if he wanted her to stay with him, he would only take methods to let her take the initiative to beg him. He agreed with Simon's words that it was better to make love with someone who was willing to.

Charlie rubbed his index finger with thumb lightly, feeling the moisture. His eyes fixed on her and said faintly, "Wendy, this is the first time that you cry because of me."

Wendy held her breath.

She raised her head in panic. She couldn't find out what in his eyes because of lights and position. When she was about to take a closer look, the weight on her body suddenly disappeared. And then she heard two words.

"Never mind."

Charlie withdrew his hands. He got off the bed and re-tied his belt that had just been untied. Then, he took out another cigarette but did not light it immediately. Instead, he glanced at her.

His deep eyes fixed on her as if his gaze could penetrate her.

Wendy shivered slightly. She could see his cold face and eyes and hear him snorted, "I don't care about the woman who doesn't care about me!"

She sat up with her hands covering her chest, straightened her wrinkled sweater and rushed out of the door.

Grandma had already returned to her bedroom and was not in the small living room. Because grandma was aged, there was a loud noise from the TV that was on, and she didn't notice the dispute between Charlie and Wendy.

She couldn't stay at home any longer. Wendy kept running out of the yard.

She didn't know how long she had been sitting by the river. When the sky gradually darkened, she had to go back.

When she about to arrive home, Wendy felt a little timid. She didn't know how to face Charlie. When she arrived at the gate, she found that the white Land Rover had gone.

She walked crossed the yard and entered the room. Grandma was still watching TV in her bedroom. Wendy didn't know what kind of variety show grandma was watching, but she laughed loudly.

Wendy searched around and found no one else. The overturned basin by the bed had been put away, and his shirt was gone as if Charlie had never been here before.

In the evening, Wendy put all the dishes on the round wooden table.

Grandma grabbed her walking stick and came over to eat. She ate quietly and did not say anything.

Wendy couldn't help asking, "Where's he..."

"Charlie? He left!" Grandma looked up and continued, "It seemed that there was something urgent in his company. He said goodbye to me in a hurry and drove away. Didn't he tell you?" "... Yes." Wendy moved her lips.

She didn't need to warm his bed and didn't need to come to him when he called either...

It was good for her to regain her freedom, but she felt stuffy when she took a deep breath.

It was easy to find a person to take care of grandma because they have lots of neighbors.

Wendy chose one who had a close relationship with grandma. After discussing the payment and reminding her of what to pay attention to when taking care of grandma, Wendy set her mind at rest. Because she couldn't take Charlie's car back, she had to take the train on Sunday night.

Before leaving, Wendy hugged grandma, as if she wanted to get some power from the old lady.

The speed of the train was the slowest, and it basically stopped at every stop. Until five o'clock the next morning, she finally arrived. Then, she realized that she had not slept all night.

She didn't feel very sleepy but felt her legs were heavy when she was walking. There were still three hours before she started to work. Wendy took a taxi home. When she stepped on the stairs, she was panting.

The picture of Charlie carrying her upstairs appeared in her mind.

Wendy patted her forehead to get rid of her imagination. She finally arrived at the top floor. Suddenly, she was too tired to take out the key, so she knocked on the door.

However, the person who opened the door made her stunned, "Felix..."