After returning home, Wendy went to kitchen immediately.
She took out a bowl of steaming noodles with a poached egg to him soon.
Charlie took off his suit jacket, put it aside, and took up chopsticks to eat. Although he was eating fast, he looked elegant. It could be seen that he lived in a good environment from these details.
Wendy saw him putting down the chopsticks, and the bowl was empty.
A person like him should have endless delicacies every day. As long as he wanted to eat, there was probably nothing he couldn't eat. He could even hire a private chef. In short, he shouldn't eat such kind of noodles, with only poached egg and green onions.
Wendy couldn't remember how many times she cooked noodles for him, but every time he ate them all.
She couldn't believe he was not tired of it...
After cleaning dishes and turning off lights, she went upstairs and found that Charlie had not gone to take a shower yet. He was standing by the window and smoking.
He had a wide and strong back. One of his hands was in his pocket, the other hand hanging down with a cigarette. There was a scarlet spark on the cigarette, and the white smoke swirled up. When he heard her footsteps and turned back, he was sending the cigarette to his mouth, and the smoke made his eyes slightly narrowed.
His actions and expression were really charming. Wendy had to moved her eyes away from him.
"Are you done?" Charlie asked.
"Yes..." Wendy nodded.
It seemed that he was waiting for her. Then, he walked to her and said, "Let's shower together."
"No..." Wendy took two steps to aside and faltered, "I'll go after you finished..."
Wendy knew what he wanted to do!
She had been showering with him before. However, it was impossible for them to just take a shower. The all process was too embarrassing for her. She was a reserved girl, and she prefer making love on the bed...
She was afraid that he would chase her and forced her to shower with him, so she quickly walked to the other side of the big bed.
Charlie raised his eyebrows, but he did not get angry. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes. He stubbed out the cigarette and walked into the bathroom alone.
Hearing the sound of running water inside the bathroom, Wendy breathed a sigh of relief.
She calmed down and couldn't help remembering his words.
In the future...
When she bit her lips gently, her fingers and toes curled up, as if she could not resist the strange feeling that emerged in her heart.
The quiet male voice came from the bathroom, "I forgot to bring my briefs. Can you hand one to me."
"... Where are they?" Wendy stood up in a hurry.
"The lower drawer in the wardrobe."
"Okay."
Wendy had no choice but to move to the wardrobe.
She pulled open the drawer and saw lots of briefs, most of which were dark color.
She couldn't help blushing and didn't dare to look at them anymore. She took out one quickly.
Wendy stood up and looked at the closed bathroom door. She swallowed and forced herself to go there. When she arrived at the door, she knocked and stuttered, "Here you are..."
"Hand to me!"
The door was slightly opened, and a strong arm stretched out.
The bathroom was shrouded in mist. Water dripped from his powerful muscles.
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