Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 607

The moment Tilly woke up and opened her eyes.

She was scared by the unfamiliar environment.

In an instant, she sat up, and the quilt slipped down. Feeling a chill, she looked at herself and found that she was naked.

Tilly felt shocked and almost jumped up. At first, she looked around calmly to make sure that she was the only one in the room. Then she turned the quilt upside down and checked over it thoroughly. Luckily, she found no suspicious bloodstains. After that, she felt relieved.

Tilly covered her head with her hands, trying hard to recall what happened last night.

Tilly began to recall everything. She went to the bar, got drunk, and went unconscious. After that, a kind-hearted man carried her out of the bar.

As for who the kind-hearted man was...

It seemed he was... Francis?

Tilly looked around the room again but found no trace of another person. She glanced at the closed door, covered herself with the quilt, and went out barefoot, for she could not find the slippers.

She pushed open the door little by little and found Francis, who was wearing thin clothes, was lying on the sofa of the suite.

The air temperature was low, so Francis crossed his arms over his chest. Because he was tall and straight, the sofa seemed a bit too small for him. As a man who was over 1.8 meters tall, he looked funny on such a small sofa.

As the morning light went through the window gauze, Tilly could see Francis's handsome face vaguely through the swaying lights. Her heart couldn't help but feel moved.

She walked over quietly and picked up the blanket on the ground. When she was about to put the blanket on Francis, he suddenly woke up. With a trace of embarrassment in his sleepy eyes, he sat up and said, "You're awake!"

Tilly nodded, "Did you bring me back from the bar?"

"Yes." Francis answered, "You were very wasted last night. And it was dangerous. After I took you away, I couldn't get your address, nor could I find any id cards in your pocket to get a room for you. I had no choice but to bring you back to my place!"

Tilly nodded and continued to ask, "Why am I naked?"

"You drank too much last night and vomited all over yourself," Francis frowned and said.

Apart from vomiting all over herself, Tilly also ruined Francis's clothes. Their clothes were all stained with vomits that they were piled up in the bathroom.

"Did you take off my clothes?" Tilly blinked her eyes with a hint of shyness in her tone.

"Yes, I did," Francis admitted with an embarrassed look. Although he had no other choice, it was improper for a man to undress a woman who was not his partner. He crossed his arms and moved his lips, trying to explain, "Last night..."

"We did not have sex last night, did we?"

Tilly hurriedly interrupted when Francis was about to explain.

Francis shook his head awkwardly, "No, we didn't."

Tilly thought for a moment and looked straight at him, "I didn't try to take off your clothes, kiss you, and touch you, did I?"

"No..." Francis said in a bashful tone, thinking of the unexpected kiss in the elevator.

"Why is your face blushed?" Tilly pointed at him.

As the morning light shone on Francis's back, his handsome face blushed and turned more and more...

Francis stood up, lost for words. He looked away and said, "Ahem, your blanket is going to drop!"

Tilly lowered her head to look and immediately cried out in embarrassment, "Ah

As the night began with the lights on, a brown A8 shuttled in the dark and finally stopped at the door of a villa.

The atmosphere in the car was silent. Francis concentrated on driving and seemed to be involuntarily thinking of something. Therefore, when Tilly suddenly called his name, he was a little startled.

"I went to the hotel to get the surveillance video and got to know what I did in the elevator..." Tilly bit her lip and said apologetically, "I'm sorry. I drank too much last night. I can't remember!" "Ahem. It's okay!" Francis cleared his throat and shook his head.

Tilly turned her head and stared at Francis with shining eyes. She said in an earnest voice, "I've decided to be responsible for my drunken behavior. Francis, I want to be your girlfriend!" "Ahem... what did you say?" Francis was stunned, got choked when swallowing his saliva, and coughed heavily.

Tilly looked directly into his eyes and repeated without blinking her eyes, "I said that I want to be your girlfriend. And you be my boyfriend. What do you think?"

"Don't you like Mr. Hogg?" Francis said, looking panic-stricken.

Tilly was embarrassed and replied with self-righteousness, "I don't like him now. I like you!"

When she said that, her eyes showed coyness.

She hadn't dared to confess openly to Charlie, on whom she had a crush for seven years. Yet she was straightforward, honest, and fearless to love and hate. Therefore, she raised her head, without avoiding Francis's gaze, stared at him with burning eyes, and said, "You haven't answered my question yet!"

Francis looked at her, shocked as if he was told a horror story.

After that, Francis unfastened Tilly's seat belt and moved sideways to open the car door for her. While she was nervously holding her breath, he said in a soft voice, "It's late. You should go back. I'll call you later!"

Tilly was fascinated by Francis's Cantonese accent. She nodded dazedly and got out of the car.

After she closed the car door, feeling the night breeze blowing, she suddenly realized that he just left her. They did not even have each other's phone numbers. She looked back and found he already drove away!

Tilly stamped her feet madly but soon smiled sneakily.

She would never easily give up. She decided to do whatever she needed to do to win him over. With that thought, she went into the villa happily, humming.

About a month later, Tilly was in a coffee shop surrounded by piano music, looking at the couple across from her, sitting still.

When the girl in Francis's arms looked up and kissed him on the lips, she finally lost her mind. All the courage and persistence that she built up to chase him collapsed in an instant.

"Francis, you son of a b*tch!"

Tilly shouted angrily and sadly with her eyes full of rage.

She wanted to pour the coffee on Francis, but when she thought about his handsome face, she suddenly couldn't do it. In the end, she could only throw the coffee cup heavily on the table, which made her look like a drowned mouse. She stubbornly raised her head and ran out of the room.

By the time Tilly left Francis's sight, the girl who was snuggling with him separated rapidly.

The girl asked with a smile, "Mr. Wallace, was I doing okay?"

"Very good," Francis nodded with his eyes still looking out of the window.

The girl also looked outside, following his sight, and couldn't help saying, "She seems devastated!"

"I know," Francis withdrew his hands.

The girl shrugged her shoulders and took the remuneration, "I'm sure she will stop pestering you. Don't worry about it! If you need anything else, call me, I'll help you deal with them!" "Okay," Francis nodded.

He looked out of the window again only to find crowds of people. Tilly, who ran out, wiping her tears, was long gone. Francis should have felt relieved, but instead, his heart was full of mixed feelings, which made him quite upset.

In the airport lobby, the radio was broadcasting flight information over and over.

In the VIP waiting room, Chase thanked the staff and took over the cup of hot coffee handed over by him. By his side, Francis did not change his posture for half an hour. He had been crossing his legs and holding his mobile phone in a daze.

Apart from liking Wendy, Francis had only had one relationship. He had never met such a warm and cheerful girl like Tilly, who confessed to him so openly and directly without shyness.

Tilly's aggressive and fiery court made him feel suffocated and want to hide from her. He simply couldn't respond to her passion and didn't want her to waste too much time and effort on him. Tilly's court to him was not on the spur of the moment. From all the things she had done, she was determined.

Every day before he opened his eyes and went to bed, he would see messages from her bombarding his phone. Every time he was free, he would receive a call from her. And often after he finished his business, he would run into her...

There were too, too many of such things.

Therefore, when she no longer pestered him, he felt rather unaccustomed.

Francis touched the screen of his mobile phone with his fingers and somehow entered the text box in which was full of Tilly's messages. Every text she sent was about how much she liked him. Even it was a rainy day, she would say, "I missed you even more on such a rainy day."

Her craziness caused a lot of trouble in his life. He even felt a little annoyed, but he did not delete any of the messages.

"Congratulations, you won. Tilly has already returned to the UK!"

"I guess you broke her heart. She said that she gave up on you! Besides, she also said that she would never fall in love again. She planned to listen to her aunt and marry a foreigner, even if the man is not perfect for her or not handsome, or not as young. As long as he is willing to marry her, it's okay. When she said these things, she seemed to be disillusioned with the mortal world!"

"Francis, after you came to Ice city from Hong Kong with me, you stayed here for me. But after that, was it still because of me?"

Francis suddenly stood up, holding his mobile in his hand.

Chase was startled and turned his head to look at Francis, who frowned and said, "Grandpa, I'm sorry! I can't go back to Hong Kong with you! When you get home safely, let me know. I still have something to do. I have to go to the UK immediately!"

As soon as Francis finished saying, he rushed out of the waiting room in the blink of an eye.

Before Chase drank the coffee in his hand, he raised his eyebrows in confusion. It was the first time that he saw Francis being so anxious.