The cab quickly went away in their sight.
Charlie opened the front passenger door for Wendy, wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pressed her onto the seat, just like what he did to his son. Then, he pulled on the seat belt and tied it tightly around her.
When he got up, Wendy reached out and grabbed his arm. "What did Ryan just say to you?"
"What do you think?" Charlie asked, raising his eyebrows.
However, there seemed to be a hint of pride in the deep and serene eyes.
Upon hearing that, Wendy frowned and said, "I saw him pat you on the shoulder just now. It seems that he said something..."
"You're wrong," Charlie said without changing his expression.
"..." Wendy had a suspicious expression.
Was he taking her eyes bad? She clearly saw Ryan's mouth open and close...
Charlie closed the door for her, turned around the front of the car, and sat down in the driver's seat. He then started the engine and left the swimming pool.
Wendy saw that Charlie didn't want to continue this topic, so she had to stop asking. Since they had planned to have dinner outside, they did not ask Aunt Lee to prepare dinner for them in the villa. After Ryan left, there were only the three of them left for dinner. They chose a Shanghai cuisine restaurant, where the atmosphere was very warm, with many came out with their children, just like them.
By the time they finished eating and returned to the villa, night had already fallen.
On the way, Larry yawned. Wendy read a few pages from a storybook, and he was quickly put to sleep with his eyelids drooping.
After gingerly leaving the children's room, she pushed open the bedroom directly next door.
Charlie had already taken a shower. He didn't even wrap a bath towel around his waist. He was lying on the bed, naked in a pair of boxers, with his two arms resting on his back.
Wendy looked over and licked her lower lip.
Suddenly she remembered that he was wearing swimming trunks in the swimming pool in the afternoon. Not only the young girls were attracted, but also she couldn't take her eyes off him at that time. Although she didn't look at him directly, she had never looked away from him...
Wendy adjusted her breathing and walked over calmly. "Well, why don't you cover yourself with the quilt?"
Charlie didn't move. He just twitched the corner of his mouth.
"I'm so tired!" He kept his eyes closed as if he was very tired.
Upon hearing this, Wendy was a little confused. "What are you tired of..."
Charlie opened his deep eyes and gave her a meaningful glance.
"Nothing," he said flatly.
And what she didn't know was that, in addition to Felix in New York, he secretly solved a hidden love rival in the country.
Wendy frowned, not sure why, she saw that he was tired and wanted to let him rest early, so she pulled the quilt to cover him, and also got into it, and then raised her hand to turn off the light.
As soon as her neck touched the pillow, Charlie, who was lying on the bed and didn't even want to raise his eyebrows, turned over and pressed her down. In the dark, the desire that flowed out of his breath was obvious without saying much.
In an instant, the pajamas on her body were removed and thrown out.
Wendy avoided his thin lips and panted. "Didn't you say you were tired just now..."
"Enough to satisfy you twice!" Charlie said in a rough tone.
He turned her over like a flatbread. As the temperature got higher and higher, her voice came out from under the quilt.
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