Purchased A Mr. Right

The car was very clean, which was eye-catching in the night.

Wendy Lim glanced at the car plate. It was five "8". Now, it was unusual to see a car plate that contained no letters, only numbers.

As she looked up, as expected, she saw a familiar figure through the windshield of the car. That man's eyes were staring at her.

Wendy Lim frowned. It seemed to have become a law.

Whenever she was in a mess, she would meet him.

Charlie Hogg drove the car to her side and rolled down the window, "Why are you wandering about like a ghost at night?"

Wendy Lim pretended to have heard nothing and continued walking.

Charlie Hogg honked the horn twice and found that Wendy Lim ignored him. Like the first time they met, he pressed the accelerator hard and then stopped the car in front of her.

"Get in the car!" He said.

Wendy Lim looked around and didn't found a taxi on the street.

She couldn't get a taxi in a short time. So she didn't argue with him. She reached out her hand and opened the door. There was no need for her to speak out her address. Charlie Hogg had driven her home before, and he had even stayed at her home for a night. He was familiar with the road and turned to the right way at the intersection.

Wendy Lim kept silent all the way. She turned her face to the window and put her forehead on it. She couldn't fall asleep because she was alert to the man beside her, but she was so tired that she closed her eyes.

Although she had come out of the police station, the cold sweat in her hands had not completely gone.

She couldn't forget what had happened tonight, but she didn't want to recall it either.

Some memory fragments were still in Wendy Urn's mind. She was in a daze. The car braked suddenly, which made her forehead knock on the window. Charlie Hogg seemed to do it on purpose. She felt the pain and opened her eyes. The Land Rover had stopped in front of an old building.

Wendy Lim didn't quibble about his behaviors. She unfastened her seat belt and said, "Mr. Hogg, thank you for driving me home."

"No problem." Charlie Hogg answered calmly.

Wendy Lim pushed the door twice but did not open it.

Some white smoke floated to Wendy Lim. She turned to Charlie Hogg.

There was a cigarette in his hand. Charlie Hogg looked down at the red burning dot on it and asked, "Why are you in the police station?" Wendy Lim didn't answer.

"Look at yourself!" Charlie Hogg raised his hand and pulled down the sun visor in front of her.

"..." Wendy Lim pursed her lips.

From the small lighted mirror on the sun visor, she could see her messy hair.

Her hair was like a nest. She was still dressed in the waitress uniform, and the sleeves and hems were wrinkled.

"Why don't you answer me?"

Wendy Lim looked away and said, "It's none of your business."

Subconsciously, she didn't want to tell him anything. Although she was framed by Yolanda Lim, she didn't want to let him know that she was taken to the police station because of "prostitution".

"Is this your attitude to me?" Charlie Hogg suddenly asked in a deep voice.

Wendy Lim frowned and looked at him. His face turned to darker, which was a little inexplicable.

What was her attitude?

Should she have to be obedient and keep smiling when she was mocked by him?

"Well, I know what happened even if you didn't tell me." Charlie Hogg took a drag on his cigarette and looked at her with his long eyes, "You are so short of money. In order to make money, you have to not only bear the slaps from your father, but also accompany guests in drinking in the bar. Now you have even been taken to the police station. Why-"

Charlie Hogg paused and stubbed out the cigarette, and then his strong body turned over to her.

Wendy Lim suddenly tensed up.

His arm only put on the right side of her seat back, but she still seemed to be fixed tightly.

Because of the close distance, Charlie Hogg's breath could easily reach her neck. He continued, "How about staying with me? Wendy Lim, this is the third time. Don't let me ask again."