Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 143

If she had been willing to continue to be with him, Wendy would not have proposed to end their relationship.

Charlie was excellent in all aspects. A man like him would never lack women. Even just being his secret lover, there would be a lot of women lining for him. But she was definitely not one of them.

So last time after she got drunk and slept with him, she described it as a one- night stand. It was because she didn't want to continue repeating the same mistake.

When she finally finished all the words in her heart, Wendy felt both relaxed and stifled.

Especially when she walked by him step by step, her throat seemed to be held by a hand, but she tried not to show anything. When the calm male voice behind her rang, her foot, which was about to step out of the kitchen, was stuck there.

What... did he say?

Wendy turned around in shock.

Her head was blank, and she could only look at him blankly, only hearing the sound of her heart beating violently.

"Charlie, what... what do you mean?"

Wendy swallowed hard and finally regained her voice.

Charlie said. "What?" "What do you mean by what you said just now?" Wendy didn't dare to blink, she held her breath and continued to ask.

"Literally!" Charlie frowned slightly, and his face seemed to be slightly red.

What did it mean by literally?

Wendy quietly put her hands behind her back.

She pinched her palms hard. Even though she could feel the pain clearly, she still could not believe what she had heard was true.

In Wendy's life, she had never been so stunned like this at this moment.

She opened her mouth, as if she was still looking for a definite answer. Every word she asked was very slow. "Charlie, do you mean that you want me to be your girlfriend?"

"Or whom else? A ghost?"

After saying that, Charlie snorted coldly.

Wendy gently gasped, her heart was originally cold and disappointed, but at this time, something hot was surging up, flooding everything, and nothing could stop it.

The feelings in her heart were so full that her eyes were a little blank for a moment.

Her eyelashes fluttered down. "Well..."

"Well?" Charlie frowned even more tightly.

What a f*cking reaction!

Wendy looked up at him and stood still. They were a few steps away from each other. Under the bright light of the kitchen, he was standing against the light. His body was covered with a hazy layer of halo, and his deep eyes were bright.

She seemed to have been dazzled by him, so soon she lowered her head again. The corner of her mouth moved for a long time, and then she said in a low voice, "I'll think about it..."

After that, she ran away.

By the time Charlie realized what had happened, he only heard the sound of the door being closed.

Think about it?

Under the light, Charlie's face looked terrible.

Raising his hand to touch his neck, he felt more pain in the joints of his fingers and the injury on his face.

What's her problem? How could she think about it?