Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 503

The next day was Sunday.

Charlie just came back from a business trip, and there was no schedule for him on the weekend. However, he did not simply stay at home leisurely. Immediately after breakfast, he entered the study. It seemed that he needed to attend a few overseas video conferences.

It was the latter half of the night when they arrived home after watching the movie. Although Wendy had chosen to watch the movie, after they came back home, he naturally would not let her go easily. That was to say, he would not miss anything that should be done between them. Even if she quickly hid in the bathroom to take a bath, she was immediately squeezed under the shower by him.

Thinking of the ridiculous things they had done in the bathroom last night, Wendy still felt a burning sensation on her ears.

"Wendy, I'm done with the checkers..."

Only when the soft and naive voice of a child was heard was she able to pull herself back from those erotic scenes.

Larry had recently developed a new hobby, Chinese checkers. At this time, several yellow checkers had been placed in front of her by Larry. His little hand gently tugged at a corner of her skirt, urging her to play chess. Wendy quickly picked the checker up and jumped for two steps.

Suddenly, vibration sound of her mobile phone could be heard. She hurriedly said, "Babe, wait a minute!"

Her mobile phone had been pressed under her pillow, so the vibration sound was a little loud. Wendy took it out and saw a phone numbers on it. Although the name was not indicated, she felt vaguely familiar with it. When she was previously in the hospital, Francis Wallace had sent her some text messages...

Wendy hesitated and picked it up. "...Hello?"

"Miss Lim, it's me!"

Sure enough, Francis's gentle male voice was heard.

Wendy subconsciously looked upstairs and replied in a low voice, "Uh...Mr. Wallace, what's the matter?"

Francis smiled and continued, "I'm right in front of your house. Is it convenient for you to come out for a while?"

After a brief call, Wendy held the phone in her hand tightly.

Looking out of the French Sash, she seemed to have vaguely seen a car parking outside the yard, and she could not help but swallow her saliva.

"Isn't he too audacious? He even comes to my house?" She thought.

However, Francis had already come here. It would be impolite not to see him, anyway. Wendy looked up again. Charlie must be attending his video conference. After thinking about it for a while, she got up from the sofa.

"Babe, you can play for a while first. I'll go outside and come back soon!" She touched Larry's head tenderly and said. Then, she walked out of the villa with her mobile phone.

After she passed through the courtyard, Wendy saw a chestnut brown Audi A8 parked there.

When Francis saw her coming out of the villa from afar, he unbuckled his seat belt and got off of the car.

Wendy walked up to him and said, "Mr. Wallace..."

"Have I disturbed you?" Francis said apologetically.

"Uh...No, you haven't..." Wendy laughed drily and asked tentatively, "Mr. Wallace, why did you come to my house..."

"Grandpa had asked one of his friends to get two tickets of a musical drama. It will be played tonight at the Grand Theater of Jiangbei. He asked me to invite you to the show. I also want to go there!" Francis said with a hint of shyness gradually deepening, "This musical drama is part of a tour performance of a British drama troupe. It is only played in a few cities in our country. If we miss it this time, we will probably have to wait for five years before the British drama troupe come to our country next time!"

In the face of Francis's expectant eye expressions, Wendy felt apologetic, but she still braced herself up and said, "Sorry, I'm afraid I don't have spare time tonight..."

"It doesn't matter. You can think about it!" Francis seemed to have expected this answer, and was not discouraged. He took the initiative to put the ticket in her hand. "Take this ticket. If you change your mind, tell me, and I'll wait for you in the theater!"

After saying that, Francis was afraid that Wendy would refuse him again, so that he directly got into the car and left.

Wendy helplessly looked at the ticket in her hand: The best position for watching the show. What's more, the ticket price was unbelievably high. It was really a waste of money to buy the two tickets. However, she could do nothing about it. She shrugged her shoulders and walked back into the courtyard.

When she changed into her slippers and went back to the living room, Wendy was shocked.

Charlie, who was supposed to be attending video conference in the study upstairs, was now sitting on the sofa with a little pink checker in his hand.

Wendy patted her own chest and walked over to him guiltily. "Charlie, when did you come down? Well... Is the conference over?"

"Yeah..." Charlie placed the checker on the board.

See that his last highland was occupied by Charlie's checkers, Larry unhappily pursed his lips and ran away with the chessboard in his hand.

Charlie raised his eyelids and asked meaningfully, "Where did you go?"

As the saying went, "Knowing what it was, but still asking about it"...

Wendy walked to the seat next to him and sat down. Looking out from this position, she could see everything in the courtyard clearly. Charlie must have seen it when she went to meet Francis. However, she was quite surprised that he could bear what had happened and did not kill his way out!

In fact, Charlie could not bear it at all! When he came downstairs and heard his son say that Wendy had gone out after receiving a phone call. Through the French Sash, he saw that Francis had already got into the car, while Wendy was turning around and walking back.

Of course, Wendy would not hide the truth from him. She simply confessed, "Francis had just come here, at the door..."

"Why didn't you invite him in to drink some tea?" Charlie snorted coldly.

"Drinking some tea?"

"Tea with poisons?" Wendy thought.

"Uh...He just said a few words and left very soon!" Wendy explained.

Charlie asked nonchalantly, "What did he say?"

"He asked me to watch a musical drama with him. It's Tchaikovsky's 'Swan Lake'. The ticket is here..." Wendy unfolded the ticket in her hand and confessed. "You don't need to worry about anything. I refused him on the spot. As for the ticket...He forced it into my hand and asked me to think about it later. What's there to think about? Anyway, I absolutely won't go!"

Charlie drew the ticket out and flicked it with his finger. He suddenly smiled and added, "Go... Why not?"

"..." Wendy licked her lips.

She thought Charlie was jealous, and that's why he had replied her strangely and meaningfully. However, he squinted at her and added, "Send a message to tell him that you'll go there tonight." "...Ah?" Wendy was petrified.

Charlie reached out directly and took her phone out of the pocket. After unlocking he screen, he found Francis' phone number in the previous call record and typed a text message, which clearly told Francis that Wendy would go to the theater at night.

When the phone returned to Wendy's hand, it was indicated that the text message had been sent successfully...

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the sun outside the window was setting.

As soon as she had thrown away the remaining of an apple eaten by her, Wendy was pulled up from the sofa by Charlie, who was sitting next to her, and they went upstairs. "It's time for you to go to the theater. I'll help you pick up the clothes."

Wendy was almost choked by the apple grunt that she was about to swallow. She looked at Charlie's face uncertainly and asked with a trembling voice, "Charlie, are you kidding?"