Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 266

Wendy widened her eyes and looked at Charlie, who almost occupied her sight.

There was a black coat on the outside of the black suit, without a tie. The collar of the shirt was untied with two buttons. It was slightly messy, revealing some bronze skin. And there was a faint smell of wine in the air.

It seemed that he had just finished the party, but the smell of wine was not strong.

"Char...Mr... Hogg!"

Wendy gulped and almost blurted out. When she realized that something was wrong, she quickly changed it.

Charlie's pupils shrank a little, and he pursed his lips and explained, "I told Aunt Lee to stay in the hospital to take care of her daughter, so I came to pick Larry up."

"Oh..." Wendy nodded suddenly and turned around, "Then please come in..."

Charlie nodded slightly and walked inside with his long legs.

Wendy walked several steps ahead and took the initiative to lead him to the bedroom. After thinking of something, she looked at her watch and explained, "Larry has fallen asleep for a while."

When Charlie entered the bedroom, he saw his son sleeping on the bed. The quilt was tightly covered, with only a small head exposed. His two short arms were also tucked in it. Charlie did not know what dreams he had, but he slept soundly, like a little cat who was defenseless against the world. His mouth was slightly open, and there was a slight snoring sound when Charlie leaned over.

He also noticed that there was a trace of someone lying on the quilt next to his son.

It could be seen that before he came, someone was holding his son sleeping.

When Charlie leaned over to look at his son, Wendy's eyes also quietly fell on his face. Although there was no extra expression on his face, the soft light shone on his eyes, showing a kind father that she had never seen.

No matter how many times they've been compared, they are really identical.

When she took her sight back, she couldn't help but stay for a few seconds longer on his face.

He wouldn't give up trying to find something else on his face. It's like she wanted to see it clearly, but more like she didn't want to admit it. He really didn't remember her...

Even though she knew that life was unpredictable and sh*t happened all the time, she didn't expect that it would be so complicated and bizarre. She might have imagined the situation if she met him again, but never thought that he would forget her.

Suddenly, Charlie looked up at her and asked, "Is something on my face?"

"No..." Wendy stuttered in a panic, and pretended to turn her face away. She got caught peeping after all, so she changed the subject and asked, "Er, are you going to wake him up?"

"Forget it." Charlie looked at his son again.

He touched the little face with his slender fingers and couldn't bear to wake him up. "Let him sleep here."

"Then..." Wendy bit her lip.

She just checked the time and it was already midnight. The little boy was sleeping soundly. If they woke him up at this time, it would not be easy for him to sleep again. Moreover, when she put him on the bed, his clothes were taken off. And it was cold at night. If Charlie carried him away like this, he might catch a cold...

After all, she was a stranger to Charlie now, and it was impossible for Charlie to let his son spend the night alone outside...

While Wendy was hesitating to say whether he should carry Larry with a quilt, Charlie proposed, "I'll make a phone call to get another room."

She nodded without comment.

Charlie got up and walked to the opposite table. He picked up the phone on the landline, dialed the number of the hotel, and explained what he needed. Wendy didn't know what the hotel receptionist said on the phone, but she saw Charlie frown then hang up the phone.

"What's wrong?" Wendy was puzzled.

Charlie looked at her and said, "The receptionist said that there is no room left." Wendy looked at the sleeping boy on the bed with hesitation. So now what?