Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 124

There was a "bang" in Wendy's head, and she looked away in a panic.

The wooden house looked very small from outside, but it had a large space inside. There was little furniture, and it was dark.

Charlie swung raindrops off his jacket and then found a place to hang it on.

"I'll go out for a while."

After saying that, he pushed the door open and went out.

Wendy had to find a corner to sit down. When she was on campus, she used to go camping in the suburbs, but it was definitely much better than now. Now she felt as if she was taking refuge...

Charlie had been away for a long time, and she couldn't sit there alone any more.

Her phone was out of power, so she couldn't see the time. She felt the night became longer, and she could see nothing. It seemed that she had been abandoned by the world.

As her panic was spreading, the door was pushed open again.

Wendy was tense at this moment. When she saw Charlie's deep eyes, she instantly eased a lot.

"Where have you been!" She stood up and moved to him, her voice was a little trembling. Charlie closed the door and said, "The temperature is too low. If I didn't go to get something to warm us, we would be frozen to death before tomorrow morning."

At the same time as he finished speaking, Wendy saw clearly an iron bucket in his hand, which was filled with branches and firewood.

"I thought..." She licked her lips, still feeling scared.

"What?" Charlie raised his eyebrows.

Wendy looked at him and quickly lowered her eyes. She said in a low voice, "I thought you left me here alone..."

Charlie's deep eyes moved slightly. He answered, "I won't leave you alone."

Wendy was stunned.

These simple words touched her heart.

Charlie found some newspapers and leaflets in the wooden house. He curled them up and lit them with a lighter, and then threw them into the iron bucket.

However, due to the rain, the branches and firewood were wet and not very easy to burn, but he repeated lighting them patiently.

Wendy looked at him and thought of the time when they were in the countryside. He was sitting on a small stool and used a fan to make the flames grew bigger. He looked like a child at that time.

Finally, after trying four times, the branches and firewood were lit.

The fire came out of the iron bucket, and lit up the whole wooden house. It was not dark anymore. Charlie was here with her, and the night seemed not to be so terrible.

Wendy put her hands close to the iron bucket to heat, and glanced at the cake box she had held before.

The outer package was a little wet. She opened it and carefully took out the cake.

It was an ordinary cream cake, decorated with various kinds of fruits, and the size of the cream flowers that were decorated around was uneven. The words "Happy Birthday" written with red jam were also somewhat crooked...

Charlie took it over and swallowed, "I haven't said happy birthday to you yet. Happy birthday!"

"Thank you!" Wendy answered sincerely.

She picked up the fork, put a small piece of cake into her mouth, chewed and swallowed it.

Charlie immediately asked, "How does it taste?"

"...Do you want me to tell you the truth?" Wendy hesitated.

"Yes!" Charlie said in a deep voice.

Wendy cast a glance at him and said tentatively, "Well, to be honest, it tastes not so good. The cream is too sweet, and the cake inside is too hard..."