Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 512

"Uh-huh." Charlie's lips twitched.

As he did not carry the towel with him, water was dripping down from his short hair, which had just been washed. He raised his hand from time to time, being afraid that the water drops might fall on her face. Wendy carefully tried to confirm, "Do you...still trust me?"

"Yes." Charlie twitched his lips again.

This time, Wendy seemed to have confirmed that he was telling the truth. His facial expression appeared to be normal, and not a sign of unhappiness could be observed on his face. She suddenly felt delightful but she still could not relax herself completely. She asked uncertainly, "Then, why did you take a shower as soon as you got home? Did you feel dirty simply because you have hugged me?..." Indeed, Charlie often went to the bathroom only when he was about to go to bed at night. Most of the time, he would deliberately tease Wendy and asked her to take a shower together with him. However, today, Charlie had gone directly into the bathroom to take a shower. It was because the company had newly recruited a cleaner, who was still not familiar with the cleaning work. When Charlie went to the company's Planning Department to inspect the work, the cleaner accidentally bumped into him, and the disinfectant in her hand was spilled on his shirt.

Before Charlie could put on a new shirt kept in the office, Tilly came in again.

Although Charlie did not trust Tilly's words at all, he was still very worried about Wendy. For this reason, he dared not delay any time, and immediately followed Tilly to the hotel. "What's there in your head?"

Charlie seemed to be annoyed, and then amused by Wendy's foolish words. He simply reached out his hand and poking at her forehead angrily. Seeing that her body was leaning back, he snorted and continued, "Do you think I'm as foolish as I was four years ago?"

"..." Wendy was amazed and did not know what to say.

Charlie stretched out his arms and encircled her body. With tender and meaningful eye expressions, he said in a low voice, "I won't make the same mistake as I did four years ago. Wendy, I trust you no matter what happens."

Yes, now he always trusted his lover, his soul mate.

In the past, perhaps because he was still not fully confident about himself, Charlie was not sure about Wendy's feelings for him. The price they paid was to let themselves miss four years of sweet time. But now, the situation was totally different. They had already experienced so many ups and downs. He was now very confident in the love between them, and would not doubt Wendy's loyalty. For this reason, even after seeing Wendy lying on the

same bed with another man almost naked in the hotel, Charlie was still 100% sure that she would not have betrayed him, that it was even more impossible for her to fall in love with another man! Upon hearing this, Wendy almost cried with joy. She buried her face deep in his chest. "You have scared me, dear. I thought you would abandon me again..."

"You're such a fool!" Charlie scolded her.

Wendy giggled foolishly as he had described.

She was tightly nestled in his arms like a lovely puppy. He had just finished taking a shower, so his upper body was still naked and wet, with only a bath towel around his waist. He now felt that he had a characteristic reaction towards Wendy. "If you don't allow me to put on the clothes, I'll have to take off all my clothes. Then, our dinner will have to be served as a midnight snack!"

Wendy's face turned red, and she quickly inserted the clean clothes into his hands.

Charlie took them, but he did not put them on immediately. He suddenly thought of something and asked with a frown, "Did Francis see it?"

The tone of his words sounded quite depressed.

How could Wendy not know what he was referring to? She shook her head like a rattle. "No! I woke up first. I wrapped myself up with the quilt, and then I woke him up. We talked very little. Then, you came in with Tilly!"

After thinking for a moment, she confessed to him frankly, "Uh-huh, at most He's only seen my shoulder..."

Charlie grudgingly replied with a "Hmm...".

If Francis weren't as innocent as Wendy, regardless of whether he was Old Master Chase Wallace's grandson, Charlie would not let him go easily!

Wendy could not help but snuggle into Charlie's arms again and whispered, "Thank you, Charlie."

He had trusted her unconditionally and did not doubt her at all, which filled her heart with warmth, and she was touched and grateful for it. She also had gained more confidence she would be able to meet the joys and sorrows of life in the future.

The sun was setting, and the sunset glow had not yet completely faded away.

Just after dinner, Wendy sat on the sofa and peeled an apple for Larry. She vaguely heard that Aunt Lee, who had rushed into the room from outside, was talking to Charlie. She seemed to be saying that a certain guest had come, but he did not enter the courtyard.

"Who's him?"

Wendy walked over and asked.

Aunt Lee answered her, "He said his last name is Wallace!"

Wendy panicked. "Mr. Wallace?"

"Francis Wallace is back again?"

"It can't be!"

Wendy hurriedly stuck her head out of the French Sash and saw a chestnutbrown Audi A8 parked at the entrance of the courtyard. The handsome man who was rubbing his hands near the car was none

other than Francis Wallace!

Wendy bit her lips and looked at Charlie. She was about to ask Aunt Lee to send Francis away immediately, but Charelie twitched his lips and said, "Francis's not looking for you this time."

"Ah? Then who is he looking for?" Wendy was stunned.

"Me." Charlie threw out a word.

"..." Wendy's eyes widened at once, and she did not know how to reply him.

Charlie had already walked over to them. Now, he was having his hands in his pockets, and put on a new pair of leather shoes. His tall figure had passed through the courtyard under the setting sunshine and approached Francis.

Almost at the same time when Charlie closed the door of the courtyard, Wendy ran quickly back to the living room, and leaned against the French Sash, watching what was happening outside. She was nervously reflecting upon the situation, but because of the glass, she could not hear anything at all. Then, they both sat into the car and closed the door, and she could not even see them now. She could not sit still and at ease.

Every two or three seconds, she had to hold her two hands tightly out of nervousness. Finally, when she wanted to go over there and eavesdroped them, she only saw the door was opened, while Charlie walked out of the car.

As soon as the door was opened, Wendy came up to him and asked, "Charlie, you didn't fight with Francis, did you?"

"No." Charlie lowered his head and changed into his slippers.

Wendy breathed a sigh of relief. Charlie's body was intact from head to toe, which was a sight that he did not fight with Francis.

"Then... Why did he come over here for you?" She swallowed and asked.

Charlie did not answer her question. "Go ahead. Francis still has something to say to you."

Wendy was stunned. She rubbed her hands behind her back and asked, "Uhm...Are you sure you want me to go?"

"Go." Charlie nodded and walked past her. As he walked upstairs, he added, "I have a few mails to be sent in the study. When you come back, you must make a cup of coffee for me. Add more barley sugar!" After finished saying that, Charlie went upstairs directly without looking back.

Wendy blinked her eyes and turned around, somewhat hesitantly. However, she still changed into her shoes, and went out of the villa according to what he said.

While walking to the door of the courtyard, Wendy looked back to the second floor several times. The study room was on the other side of the villa, and therefore there were bedrooms on the front. She could observe no shadow of a man in front of any window. This meant that he was really relieved to let her meet with Francis alone. Why's that?

Wendy felt that the atmosphere was extremely strange...

Confused and uneasy, she walked to the door. Francis was leaning against his car, and he immediately stood straight when he saw her. "Mr. Wallace, do you have anything to tell me?"

Wendy frowned. Because of what had happened at the hotel yesterday, she thought that she'd better keep some distance from Francis. Francis stared at her, but he only gave a long sigh. Then, he shook his head and said with a smile, "I'll give up!"