"...Yeah" Wendy stuttered.
Charlie's pupils contracted slightly and his eyes became sharp. "Then why do you call my aunt so intimately?"
"She asks me to call her like that..." Wendy didn't dare to meet his eyes. She looked down at his leather shoes against the door, and the light reflected on its surface. "I used to work in a private company. At that time, the company I worked for was merged by Ms. Hogg and she became the new boss, so I followed her on an official business trip once. Maybe it's because we get along well, she has always been kind to me..."
What Wendy said was all true, she's just avoiding the important and dwelling the trivial.
"Really?" Charlie frowned.
"Yes..." Wendy swallowed her saliva.
Charlie's deep gaze was fixed on her like a secure lock.
Wendy's eyelashes hung down, just letting him look around. Her face was kept as natural as possible, with only the hand clenched quietly behind her back.
There was a sound coming from inside. It seemed that Emily had heard something from the entrance and opened her bedroom door, poked her head out and took a look. When she saw that Charlie was also there, she quickly retreated like a tortoise.
Wendy took the opportunity to say, "It's getting late. I'm going inside..."
Charlie was silent for two seconds before he withdrew his right shoe.
The security door closed in his sight. He put his hands in his pockets and turned to the elevator.
Coming out of the apartment building, Donna, who said she wanted to walk around and got some fresh air because she's had too much wine and had a headache, was slouching back in her seat with an iPad playing a noisy in-law drama.
Donna was so absorbed in it and was stunned when she heard the sound of the door opening.
When she turned her head and saw her nephew sitting in, she asked in surprise, "Why are you coming down so soon?"
"Mm." Charlie's lips twitched.
"Wendy went upstairs? Did you see her enter the door with your own eyes? Didn't I say I was not in a hurry?" Donna sat up straight and looked at the apartment building, feeling resentful towards Charlie for failing to meet expectations.
"She said she wanted to sleep," Charlie said in a quiet voice.
He then glanced at the iPad in her hand and asked casually, "What kind of TV play? You watch it in the car?"
"It's none of your business!" Donna angrily put the iPad on the back of the chair in front of her. Charlie looked at her sudden change of expression and frowned. "Aunt, are you on menopause?"
"Says who!" Donna glared at him and shouted angrily, "You dare to say that again! I am on menopause? You want me to hit you? You think I'm too old to do it, don't you?"
"I'm just kidding." Charlie had no choice but to give her a break.
Donna snorted coldly, and couldn't stand the look of him. She asked the driver in front of her to stop the car. "Sit in the front, I don't wanna see you!"
The next day was a weekend off, and the afternoon sun was very bright.
When Emily came out of the bedroom with a yawn, she saw Wendy coming out from the opposite room, like she's going out.
"What time is it?"
"It's almost three o'clock!"
Hearing this, Emily was shocked. She looked at the clock on the wall and said, "Ah? It's already at this time. I can't believe I slept for so long!"
Wendy knew that the drowsiness got worse when she got pregnant. She wanted to ask how Emily felt these days, but only saw Emily rush into the bathroom with mouth covered, and a retching sound came.
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