Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 437

She nodded and said, "Yeah..."

Charlie saw her close the drawer with her long, curling eyelashes hanging down, thinking that she's just missing her mother.

"Don't be sad. We will be with you."

"Yes, I know!"

Sensing that the palm on her shoulder was exerting force, Wendy raised her head and smiled at him. She gently placed her hand on the back of his hand.

With him and their son by her side, the sense of loneliness in her heart had long disappeared. But when she thought of her mother who had been buried in the underground for so many years, her mother was always alone...

Charlie put his hands on her waist, pulled his lips and said, "I have a plan to move the tombstones of your grandparents in the countryside to Ice City, and then rebuild your mother's so they can be together. In this way, when we move abroad, your mother won't be lonely anymore with the closest people by her side."

At that time, she would have placed her grandmother's tombstone in the countryside because she knew her grandmother missed her grandfather very much when her grandmother was alive. But now, if they moved her grandfather and grandmother here together, there would be no problem. The two of them would be willing to accompany their daughter if they knew.

Wendy bit her lip lightly.

She didn't expect that Charlie could see what was in her mind, and was moved and asked, "Will it be troublesome?"

"No, it won't be." Charlie answered simply.

As long as it was her business, how could it be troublesome?

Wendy turned around in his arms, stood on tiptoe and hooked her hand around his neck, "Charlie, you're the best!"

Charlie lowered his head and happily accepted her kiss.

After dinner, the night gradually fell, and the full moon hung high in the night sky, and bright moonlight scattered on the floor.

When the bathroom door was opened, Wendy, who was standing with her back to him, just put down the cell phone in her ear.

Charlie stopped wiping his head with a towel and deliberately lowered his steps. He moved closer to her quietly with his long legs. When he stood behind her, he suddenly opened his arms and held her in his arms.

Wendy was caught off guard and was shocked. Her phone fell to the ground.

Charlie put an arm across her chest and hugged her tightly. He lowered his head and bit her earlobe. "Who are you talking to on the phone behind my back? Hmm?" "It's from Emily..." Wendy answered in a low voice as she looked at him sideways.

She frowned as if she had something on her mind. "What's wrong?"

Wendy picked up the phone on the ground, pursed her lips, and said, "Emily told me that she wanted to move out and ask me to take time to accompany her to find another apartment..."

Hearing this, Charlie was also slightly surprised.

Wendy couldn't help but worry. Simon had given that apartment building to Emily, but now Emily was determined to move out. Moreover, Emily sounded like she had thought through it, and her tone was full of unconcealable exhaustion.

The last time Wendy visited Emily, she had thought that Emily and Simon had gotten back together...

Charlie didn't want to see her worried, so he comforted her and said, "Don't think too much about it. They'll be fine. No matter what happens, their child is still in Miss Sam's belly. The two are involved eventually!"

"Yes." Wendy nodded.

But even so, she was still worried.

Charlie frowned and thought for a while. Then he slowly pulled his lips and said, "Last time you ran away from home, when I took you back, I said that I'll buy them dinner sometime. I'll take this opportunity to help them reconcile."

"That's great!" Wendy nodded and agreed with him. "Then don't go out anymore, let's do it at home, it's more convenient to talk! Tomorrow afternoon I'll go to the supermarket and buy more ingredients to make a simple home-cooked meal!"

Then Wendy suddenly realized something and protested unhappily, "Hey... when did I run away from home!"

Charlie raised his brows at her as if he was asking her the same question.

Wendy shrugged her shoulders and suddenly stooped down.

She looked down and secretly curled her lips. She was not convinced in her heart. At most, she was not home at night...

Charlie didn't want to waste any more time, so he ended the topic, "That's it. Don't think about others anymore. Think about me."

"What's wrong with you?" Wendy was puzzled.

"Not me, him." Charlie took her hand and went down.

He only had a bath towel around his waist, and she didn't know if his boxers were worn or not, and her palm was burned and curled up.

"..." Wendy's face turned red.

Charlie carried her on his shoulder in the most direct way. He took a few big steps and threw himself on the bed together with her.

When he ripped off the pajamas on her body, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Is the door closed?"

He was afraid that Larry would come again.

He didn't want to waste a great night out like the last time, when his son barged in. "It's locked up..." Wendy said in a shy voice.

The door is not only closed, but also locked...

Charlie had nothing to worry about after hearing that. He was like a hungry wolf. Both of his eyes were shining, from overbearing to gentle, he kissed her lips and collarbone inch by inch, and then every sensitive part of her body...

The night was surging outside the window, and Wendy couldn't help making the ambiguous sound.