Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 436

"Miss Lim, please feel free to tell me!" Kim said with a smile.

"I didn't know what love was until I met you..."

After Wendy finished reading the poem in a mild tone, she paused for two seconds and continued, "I have always liked this poem. I just heard Mr. Gray mumble it, so I guess you should like it as well! It's just that my handwriting is relatively ugly. Mr. Gray, you're a knowledgeable person, so your handwriting should be good. Can you write this poem for me?"

In fact, she knew her request was quite abrupt. Fortunately, Kim did not think much about it and thought that he should not refuse her since she had lent him her treasured book. So he nodded happily and said "Of course!"

Aunt Lee came down from upstairs just in time, so she asked Aunt Lee to bring a pen and paper.

Kim had studied abroad in the early years. Although he didn't practice handwriting often, he wrote very well. And it just so happened that Aunt Lee took down in addition to A4 white paper, there was Charlie's commonly used pen.

After taking it over, Kim buried his head on the tea table and started to write quickly.

It could be seen that Kim also memorized this poem vividly. He just started to write with the pen in his hand and almost didn't need to recall. There was no pause in between, it's all about the crisp clattering sound of the pen tip on the paper.

After finishing writing the last sentence, Kim handed it to her.

"Thank you!" Wendy said gratefully.

"Just a few letters!" Kim smiled and waved his hand. He covered the pen and immediately got up from the couch. "Well, the book is returned to you. I'd better not bother you anymore! Also, Miss Lim, thank you for your coffee!"

Finally, as his eyes fell on the coffee mug, he reluctantly took back his eyes.

Wendy stood up along with him. "Mr. Gray, I'll see you off!"

Kim smiled and nodded.

Outside, the sun was setting in the west unconsciously, and the rose-colored sunset glow was beautiful like a dream. There was a driver waiting outside the yard. When he saw Kim coming out of the villa, he was already very close to coming down and opened the rear door for Kim.

Wendy stood where she was and watched the luxury car leave. Then she turned around and entered the villa.

Aunt Lee had already entered the kitchen and began to prepare dinner. When she heard Wendy's footsteps coming back, she came out wearing an apron.

As usual, Aunt Lee wanted to ask Wendy what she wanted to cook at night, because since she came to this house, generally speaking, she would cook for them in person, and Aunt Lee was responsible for preparing food materials and cleaning the kitchen after eating.

It was just that after Aunt Lee asked Wendy today, Wendy did not answer, or she did not hear and went straight upstairs in a hurry.

Wendy went straight into the bedroom, walked to the cabinet by the window, and opened a drawer at the bottom.

It's all her stuff in here. She did not immediately put the book in her hand into it, but picked up a bookmark lying inside quietly.

It was originally sandwiched inside the novel, but before lending the novel to Kim, she took it out.

Like the novel, the bookmark was also old.

Even if the outside of the bookmark was sealed with a layer of plastic film, the edges of it had been yellowed, this was a very traditional ancient style bookmark, only a few maple leaves on top of it, but there's a row of small block letters in blue and black in the bottom right side.

Wendy clearly remembered that when she was a child, the novel was always by her mother's pillow. Her mother would read it every night, sometimes gazing blankly at the bookmark, and touching the words or it with hands over and over again. Her mother taught her to write, so she knew it could not be her mother's handwriting. It was more powerful, more like a man's handwriting... Wendy swallowed her saliva and picked up the A4 paper next to her.

She compared words on A4 paper with words on bookmark one by one, although the timing and shades of the pen and ink were different, they were strikingly similar.

I didn't know what love was until I met you.

Wendy's heart beat a little fast, it was just a thought just now.

Her eyes darted back and forth between the bookmark and the paper, unable to conceal the astonishment in her heart.

Was there such a coincidence?

In a moment of absent-mindedness, she felt warm on her shoulder.

Wendy turned around and saw Charlie, who was wearing a black suit. His coat had not been taken off, and his tie was also tied carefully. He must have just arrived home. Looking into his deep eyes, her eyebrows were curved.

The first thing Charlie did after entering the door was to look for her.

Aunt Lee saw her hurry upstairs at that time and thought that she was uncomfortable, so Aunt Lee naturally told him. After knowing that, he immediately put down the car key and went upstairs. His eyes swept across her face and made sure that there was nothing wrong with her, then he was relieved.

Wendy didn't know he was worried about her. She smiled and said, "Charlie, you're back!"

"Hum." Charlie's lips twitched. After a soft response, he lowered his head and looked at her with a little strange eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Wendy frowned in confusion and asked with concern, "Er, is there something bothering you at work?"

"No," Charlie said faintly, and then snorted coldly, "I heard from Aunt Lee that Uncle Gray came to our house this afternoon while I was away?"

Wendy heard him and realized that he was jealous. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry and explained, "What do you mean that he came while you were away? He's here to return the book! I told you before that I borrowed him a novel, didn't I? And he came to return it to me today!"

"How long has he been at home?" Charlie asked with a frown.

Wendy thought for a moment and answered, "He just had a cup of coffee..."

"You even cooked coffee for him?" Charlie opened his eyes wide.

"Yes..." Wendy nodded. Seeing his face turn black in an instant, she felt funny and reached out to poke his arm. "Don't be so mean!"

Charlie's face was tense, and his tone became stiff. "You can only cook coffee for me!"

Wendy smiled brightly. At this time, he was like a childish boy, showing his possessiveness.

She only had to coax him in a soft voice like how she usually coaxed Larry. "Okay, I'll only cook for you! Even Larry and I can't drink it. Is that okay?"

"Hum." Charlie was barely satisfied. The hand holding her shoulders was slightly stronger, leaning her more into his arms. He asked in a deep voice, "What were you thinking when I came in?" "Nothing..." Wendy shook her head.

Charlie followed her line of sight and saw that she was putting the novel in the drawer.

He knew the origin of the novel very well. He lowered his eyebrows and gazed at her face. After thinking for two seconds, he said, "It's almost your mother's death anniversary, isn't it?" Wendy was slightly stunned.

It seemed that Charlie got to know it by accident when they were trading with each other four years ago. She didn't expect that he still remembered it.