Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 267

Hearing this, Wendy was shocked. "You're taking sleeping pills?"

It seemed that he carried it with him. It was a white, tiny bottle.

"Well, or I can't sleep." Charlie's thin lips twitched, and he explained to her in a light voice, "I've had insomnia for four years. If I don't take medicine, I can't fall asleep most of the time."

"..." Wendy pursed her lips.

Shee watched as he threw the pill into his mouth, unscrewed the bottle cap and drank two mouthfuls of water. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, as if the pill had slipped into his stomach.

There's one thing she was sure of, four years ago he had no such symptoms.

At that time, they slept together every night. Most of the time she fell asleep after having sex with him, but sometimes when she woke up early in the morning, she would secretly outline his face with her hands...

In a trance, that pair of deep eyes were also looking at her.

"Miss Lim, do we know each other?"

Wendy's heart skipped a beat.

He didn't expect that he would ask this question again, in a questioning tone. In the eyes full of lights, there was nothing but doubt in his eyes like last time, and a hidden probing.

They were strangers to each other already. If she could, she would rather be the person who forgot everything. She found his son by mistake, except for that, there's nothing else between them. And what happened today was just an accident.

Wendy shook her head like last time, "No, we don't..."

Charlie said nothing, slightly squinting his deep eyes.

"Er, I'm going back to sleep..." Wendy turned back and went to the bedroom.

Lying on the bed again, she finally fell asleep after counting 500 sheep.

However, Wendy still didn't sleep well. She had a nightmare that had haunted her a long time.

She was lying on the operating table. The doctor told her in a cruel tone that they didn't save her baby. She didn't believe it, and went crazy. Until the baby covered in blood came to her, she reached out to touch it but found it had no breathing...

No, no...

When she opened her eyes in panic, Wendy could feel a large cold sweat dripping down from her forehead.

In the eyes out of focus, it was the little boy close at hand in her arms. His face was fair and tender, and his whole body was curled up in her arms.

For some reason, just looking at his innocent face so quietly, she didn't need to soak in cold water, like every time she did before, and her heart was strangely calm, as if a soft hand was soothing her pain.

Suddenly, a big hand appeared in her sight.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Wendy was shocked and saw a tall figure beside the bed.

It didn't take long for her to remember that she forgot to lock the door the second time she got up last night.

Charlie's eyes didn't linger on her face, he just leaned forward and stretched out his hand to pull up the quilt for his son. The quilt that was kicked by the little boy's short legs was covered again. She took off her guard and nodded awkwardly. "Yes..."

Charlie didn't say anything. He straightened up and walked out, leaving the sound of footsteps.

Seeing that the little boy in her arms did not show any signs of waking up, Wendy was afraid of waking him up, so she deliberately softened her movements, and then subconsciously walked to the bathroom.

She rubbed her eyes and pushed the door open.

In front of the toilet, Charlie was standing there with his legs slightly apart, his belt untied, and the zipper of his trousers pulled down, leaving his shorts exposing in the air, and there was something indescribable...