Purchased A Mr. Right

On the computer screen, there was a faint reflection of her vague face.

Wendy lowered her head and tapped on her phone to check the date. She remembered that Charlie said at the airport that he would go to Beijing for a business trip for two days. He should have come back yesterday...

She recalled that he would call her in advance and ask her to go to his house before he got off the plane.

However, from last night till now, she didn't receive any calls or texts from him.

"Wendy, what are you thinking about? It's time to get off work!"

Wendy cried out, "Ah!" Then she realized that other people were packing their bag.

A colleague handed something wrapped in a plastic bag to her and said, "This is the narcissus that I promised to bring to you. It hasn't blossomed yet. If you don't have soil at home, it's okay to use water to plant it!"

"Okay, thank you!" Wendy took it over.

After getting off work, she went to the hospital and talked with grandma for a while. Then she went home early.

There were some vegetables in the refrigerator. She took them out and cooked them. After dinner, she took a shower and found that it just passed eight o'clock.

When she came out of the bathroom, she stopped before a mirror. There was a small key pendant below her collarbone, which was shining with light.

Wendy raised her hand and touched it. Charlie's angry face appeared in her head.

It was too early to sleep, so she started to read the novel that her mother left to her. She found the page that she marked before and continued reading. However, she began to sweat. At first, she thought it was cold, so she pulled the quilt up.

But she was getting more and more uncomfortable. She had a terrible stomachache.

The novel fell to the ground, but Wendy could not pick it up. The pain made her whole body begin to spasm. She groped blindly on the bed and finally found her phone under the pillow.

But she didn't know whom she could call.

The first person who appeared in her mind was Charlie...

Wendy realized that she had already found his name and called his number automatically.

The phonecall was connected soon. She licked her lips and said, "Hey, it's me..."

"What's wrong? I'm in a meeting."

Charlie's calm voice sounded from the phone.

Wendy was embarrassed and also annoyed by herself. When she spoke again, her voice began to tremble due to the pain, "Nothing..."

"So why do you call me?" Charlie answered in a deep voice, as if he had noticed something wrong in her. He continued, "Wendy, what's wrong with you?"

Wendy's hand, which was holding her phone, trembled violently.

She opened her mouth. It took her a lot of effort before she finally made a sound, "I, I feel painful..."

After that, he did not respond for a long time.

Wendy took a look at her phone and only to find it goes black.

She had no choice but to lift the quilt and get out of bed. Before her feet could touch the slippers, she fell down because of pain, and then curled up like a shrimp. Her sight began to turn black. She didn't know how long it had been, but she started to lose consciousness.

When she closed her eyes, she heard a bang.

When she opened her eyes, it was already daytime.

Wendy looked around in a daze. What she saw was all white, she should be in the hospital.

He felt a slight sting on the back of her left hand, and some cold liquid was dropping into her body.

She turned her dry eyeballs and saw a tall figure. From her position, she could saw some stubble on his sharp chin.

Wendy asked tentatively, "...Charlie?"

She suspected that she was dreaming. How could the person on the phone last night appear in front of her?

Charlie looked down at her and snorted. Now, she could confirm that he was real. And she immediately understood that he sent her here.

"What's wrong with me?" She was still in a trance.

"Food poisoning." Another man answered her. It was a doctor in a white coat who was standing at the other side. "You should mistake the narcissu as a garlic. After eating it, you got poisoned. Last night, we have done a gastric lavage for you. You should be safe right now."

She put the narcissu that her colleague gave to her on the desk when she arrived home. Then, she took some vegetables form the fridge and put them on the table as well. Maybe because she was absent- minded, she mixed the narcissu with garlic when she was cutting them...

It was no wonder that the garlic yesterday tasted strange and bitter.

"Fortunately, you had been sent to hospital in time. The toxins didn't penetrate into your blood vessels. You should pay more attention to what you eat in the future!" The doctor pushed his glasses and added, "Don't eat spicy, greasy, raw and cold food in next three days, these foods may stimulate your stomach and make you feel worse. Drink more warm water. Then you can leave the hospital after two infusions!" "Thank you." Wendy thanked him.

The doctor nodded, took some notes and left.

Only Charlie and she were in the ward now, and the humidifier was buzzing.

Food poisoning was not a funny thing.

Thinking of this, Wendy couldn't help looking at Charlie. He was still standing there, with one hand in his pocket. He looked cold.

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As soon as she opened her mouth, Charlie hissed at her, "You can't tell the difference of narcissu and garlic? You idiot. Use your brain!"

Wendy licked her lips and looked at him in an innocent look.

Charlie stared at her coldly for a while, then strode out of the ward.

His footsteps soon disappeared. Wendy closed her eyes and try to hide her disappointment.

Half an hour later, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open.

Charlie, who had left before, came back again. His ironed trousers swayed with his movement. He had a small plastic bag in his hand, and a transparent lunch box that contained some millet porridge in it. Wendy was stunned.

She thought he had left...

He walked to the bedside, took out the lunch box from the bag and then a disposable spoon.

Next, He held Wendy's shoulder tightly but didn't brought any pain to her. Then, he put the pillow behind her back.

Seeing him pull the chair to the bed, she said hurriedly, "I can feed myself..."

"Shut up!" Charlie shouted at her.

Wendy closed her mouth obediently.

"Open your mouth!" Charlie asked in a tough tone.

Wendy blinked her eyes and asked tentatively, "What do you really want me to do? Shut or open my mouth..."

"Stop your nonsense." Charlie narrowed his eyes.

When the spoon was handed over, Wendy quickly opened her mouth, the warm porridge slipped from her throat to her burning stomach.

Charlie was not good at feeding, as if it was his first time to do that. The porridge dripped on the white sheets several times.

Finally, he finished feeding her all the porridge. He felt more tired than signing dozens of documents.

He stood up to relax himself. Then, he put the lunch box and spoon in the bag. When Charlie was about to put them into the trash can, his right hand was gently grabbed by Wendy, and he heard a soft voice. "He was really sick that night, and I only took care of him..."