Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 605

"Pervert! Pervert!"

Tilly was still screaming when she dove out of the elevator that she bumped into a pair of strangers on her way out in her horror, the image of the man naked in only his underwear emblazoned in her mind. In the midst of her frantic anxiety as her cheeks burned red, the sorrow that Charlie had brought upon her vanished from her mind momentarily.

Since her graduation from high school, Tilly and her mother Jazmin immigrated to the UK for her studies. She lived there all these years, exposed to the more- open Western culture there. Although she had met her fair share of courteous gentlemen in her life abroad, but she had encountered more sleazy and distasteful men, which one could easily find stripping themselves in the open during rave parties, that she would like to admit more open and she grew accustomed to seeing Western men only in their knickers.

Even so, the scene just now left her flustered beyond comprehension.

As if she had been bewitched, her mind never stopped drifting with the images of Francis rising from his bed. The inverted triangular masculinity of his body - his wide frame and shoulders complementing his slender waist -and his well-tanned copper-brown skin and the faint outline of his manhood covered only by thinly-layered fabric of his boxers burned fresh in her brain.

Em... Quite big... she had to admit.

Despite the usual comparison between the sizes of endowments of men from varying ethnicities, Tilly found him adequate, to say the least.

Then she realized how her mind had been straying and she scowled at herself again, blushing, "What a bully!"

But she could not tell whether was she scowling to herself or at him.

Fate really is magical; in just one day, Tilly once again encountered Francis one more time.

Since her return from abroad, she was left somewhat frustrated in the wake of her failure to sabotage Charlie and Wendy. More so, after the scathing warning from Charlie, she stayed at home, finding herself in a particularly low mood, and to dispel the gloom and boredom, she thought she would enjoy a walk to the nearest convenience store to buy something.

Perhaps she could emulate others in casting away the gloom by devoting some of her focus and frustration to eating.

The convenience store was only nearby, so Tilly saw no reason to dress up. Donning only her home clothes and slippers, she went straight out.

In her frenzied shopping spree, where she practically hurled every type of junk food she could find into her basket, she suddenly remembered something: she only brought her keys when she came out. She had left her purse and phone at home. So it would be impossible for her to call her aunt at home to bring her the money.

At a loss for what to do with the snacks in her shopping basket, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in her line of sight.

Tilly rolled her eyes and quickly walked over without thinking.

Raising a hand, she patted heavily on Francis's shoulder, saying, "Hey, do you still remember me?"

"Yes, I do." Francis replied, frowning at her.

How could he forget? Barely one day had passed, and his memory was still fresh with the memory of Tilly using Wendy's phone to trick him and caused the whole fracas at the hotel - something that still haunted him with guilt even now.

Tilly smiled and said, "It's good that you remember me. Please pay the bill for me!"

"Why should I?" Francis asked, his temper oddly not souring one bit at all.

"Come on, it's an emergency! I forgot my wallet and cell phone!" Tilly was also not sure that he might help her. After all, she knew what she had done to him. But she needed to try. "Don't worry. Lend me the money today and I'll return to you double or even triple next time!"

Francis spied the look of anticipation in her eyes and he peered at the shopping cart full to the gunnels in her grasp. In a stroke of generosity, he said, "Nevermind returning me the money. I'm not a loan shark. I'll pay for you when I'm done shopping too."

The news came as a surprise as if Tilly had found Santa Claus.

She stayed behind him like a demure little cat, following as he strode around making his purchases so that he could pay the bills together.

Francis didn't buy much. He picked a can of Americano and a box of sandwiches and led her to the cashier and deftly took the basket from her.

That was when Tilly noticed how beautiful his hands were with clearly visible joints as her gaze gradually moved upward.

He was clad in a light gray-colored sports outfit and a pair of limited-edition Yeezys. Then she remembered that she got a pair too, which coincidentally would be a part of a couple pair with his. Then she looked further up. She did not expect that he would be so manly without his clothes...

Sensing that the images of what happened just yesterday beginning to rear their heads again, Tilly shook her head at once.

She was going crazy!

As they progressed up the line at the cashier, Francis began emptying the basket and placing the packets of snacks on the counter. That was when she saw how handsome and sunny he looked from the side. Strangely, she had naughty thoughts about him.

The cashier finished scanning the final item, and Tilly swiped two packs of Durexes off a shelf and tossed them to her, grinning, "Wait a minute. These, too!"

The cashier must have been accustomed to such shenanigans, for he barely flinched even though he paused for a moment before he went on scanning the items. With a smile to Francis, he said, "It's 320 dollars in total., sir. Would you like to pay with your card or cash?"

"Erm... Cash!" Francis's face turned red.

Tilly blinked and felt very surprised.

She might not have met too many men in her life, but she saw enough. Aside from Charlie, who was always indifferent and cold on most parts, most of the men she encountered were warm and friendly dashing foreigners and it has been a while since she saw a man blushed.

As soon as they finished paying, Francis handed her the bag containing her goods.

Tilly took it and took out the two Durexes on top of her pile inside the bag. She squeezed them into his hands and said, "Mm.. These are for you."

She was pleased to see his handsome face squirming with embarrassment once more, as if she was having fun and toying with him!

"Give me your bank account number, your phone number, or your e-wallet number. I'll return you the money." She patted on her chest confidently, "Don't worry. You won't get one cent less." "Don't worry about it," Francis said placidly, shaking his head.

"Surely not! I don't owe people money and I don't intend to start now!" Tilly insisted. Furrowing her brows at him, she said, "Well, to be honest, I was not sure that you would help me after what happened at the hotel... Is this your brand of kindness?"

"You owe me an apology for what happened that day," Francis said, frowning.

Tilly was about to retort but he said, "What you did that day might be terrible and annoying. But I know you're not a bad girl."

She was surprised by those words.

With the sun in his back, Francis smiled gently at her, "If you're really a wicked person, I guess Miss Lim and I won't be just lying in bed doing nothing. It was embarrassing, but at least we still have our last pieces of clothing and that showed that you still have room for kindness."

Tilly stared at him, stunned as she gawked at him. His smile was just as warm as the sun behind him.

How could any man look so sunny with just one smile, she thought. She could practically feel the invigorating warmth like the sunlight shining through the clouds.