Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 117

It was Charlie outside...

He was still in a black suit, which looked a little horrible under the dim light.

Wendy looked at him in a daze. She didn't expect that he would appear here. She blinked and asked, "Mr. Hogg, why are you here?"

"Why don't you call me Charlie?" Charlie moved his lips.

"..." Wendy's heart skipped a beat.

She met his deep eyes, and then quickly turned away. There was a faint smell of alcohol in the air, and she frowned and asked,"... Did you drink?"

"Hmm." Charlie mumbled.

He acquiesced. The smell of alcohol couldn't be ignored.

However, the car key was still in his right hand. He drove here after drinking? Wasn't he afraid of meeting a policeman?

Wendy wanted to let him leave, but the words just were stuck in her throat. After a few seconds of hesitation, Charlie passed her and directly entered the room. She shouted, "Hey..."

Charlie ignored her and continued stroding in.

He was familiar with here. He went straight to the sofa in the living room and sat down. His long legs crossed lazily, as if he was in his own home. Wendy bit her lips and had to shut the door.

Charlie appeared in her home made her feel uncomfortable, but she could do nothing. She couldn't call the police and ask them to drive him away. After rubbing her fingers for a while, she went to the kitchen and got him a glass of warm water.

When Wendy came out, she found that he had taken off his suit jacket and put it on the sofa armrest next to him.

And he was looking around, as if he was looking for some clues.

Wendy took a deep breath, walked over, put the glass in front of him, and then deliberately sat down on the chair opposite the sofa, "Mr. Hogg, after drinking this glass of water, please leave... I'm going to sleep!"

"Mr. Hogg? Always Mr. Hogg. Why can't you call me Charlie?" Charlie picked up the glass and shook it. Although there were just water instead of wine in the cup.

"..." Wendy frowned again.

If she called him Charlie, it seemed that they had a close relationship, and they seemed to return to the past.

She clenched her fingers, seeing him swallowing.

He put down the glass, put one hand on the tea table, and leaned over to her. He stared at her through the steam from the glass, "Wendy, you want to end the relationship with me just because grandma is discharged from the hospital and you don't need money anymore?" Wendy's heart skipped a beat.

"What do you mean..." She held her breath, feeling panic because something hidden deep in her heart had been discovered.

"Ha." Charlie sneered and thought of the picture of the three of them in the shooting range. His eyes were sharp and cold, "You hurried to end with me. Because you want to be with Felix?"

"It's none of your business..." Wendy pursed her lips but felt relieved.

"You really want to be a stepmother?" Charlie's eyes and voice were cold.

Wendy shivered, grit her teeth and remind him again, "It's also none of your business!"

Charlie stood up all of a sudden. He was in a white shirt and two buttons near his collar had been undone. He leaned forward like a hungry wolf, ready to hunt.

Wendy's shoulders were pinched by him, and she panicked.

The next second, he lowered his face and lips. She turned her head aside hurriedly and said, "Charlie, you're drunk!"

"Haha."