Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 47

Soon, a pot of steaming noodles was ready.

Wendy Lim turned off the heat. She winced for a while when she turned around and saw Charlie Hogg standing there.

"Er, Mr. Hogg!" Thinking of this was his kitchen, she asked him, "Are you hungry? I have cooked a lot, do you want some noodles..."

"Okay." Charlie Hogg answered.

After that, he was a little surprised by himself.

It seemed that since his mother passed away, he had not been used to having breakfast for many years. Most of the time, he would have a cup of black coffee without sugar or milk in the morning. The bitter taste of the coffee spread from his throat to his stomach, which cheered him up.

Charlie Hogg pulled out a chair and sat down. There was a bowl of steaming noodles in front of him.

"Do you often cook for yourself?"

He raised his eyes and asked. It could be seen from the way of her cooking that she was good at it.

"Yes!" Wendy Lim, who sat opposite him, nodded and explained, "My grandma often tells me that the food in many restaurants are expensive and not clean enough. It's better to cook by yourself."

Charlie Hogg looked the apron that she had worn, and his eyes blinked, "There are not many girls who were good at cooking now." Wendy Lim gave a smile when she heard his words.

He was a wealthy man of rank, and the girls surrounded him were either socialites or daughters from rich families, such as Yolanda Lim. He had never met a poor girl like her, naturally, he didn't know what a girl from a poor family needed to do in order to make a living.

Wendy Lim looked down at her bowl, took a pair of chopsticks, and said, "I didn't know you would eat the noodles, so I only cooked one egg. I'll give you a half!"

After she divided the egg into two parts, the yolk inside was exposed.

She gave the larger part to Charlie Hogg. Then, she habitually bit the chopsticks.

Seeing that he stared at her and didn't eat, Wendy Lim misunderstood him and explained in a hurry, "My chopsticks are clean. I haven't used them yet!"

"I've tasted your saliva." Charlie Hogg said slowly.

"..." Wendy Lim choked.

Charlie Hogg stirred the steaming noodles, and it smelled really good. He picked up the noodles with chopsticks and put them into his mouth.

When he swallowed them, Wendy Lim asks nervously, like a pupil who was waiting for the teacher's response to her assignment, "How is it? Does it taste good?"

"Yes." Charlie Hogg nodded.

Wendy Lim breathed a sigh of relief.

After finishing a bowl of noodles, Charlie Hogg knocked on the bowl, "Can I have more?"

"Sorry, no more noodles left..." Wendy Lim was stunned for a moment before she realized what he referred to. She looked back at the kitchen and said, "There should be some soup left."

"Bring it to me."

"Ok!"

Wendy Lim took over his empty bowl and went to the kitchen. She put all the soup into his bowl.

Then she handed the bowl to him. He poked in the bowl with his chopsticks, then held the bowl and began to drink. When he put it down, no soup left.

She felt happy in her mind.

It was getting dark outside. The office was lit up, and the whole office buildings were like a crystal box when looking from outside.

Since she had been with Charlie Hogg, Wendy Lim felt that her time was no longer limited.

In the past, if she worked overtime in the company, she would be very anxious. Because she worried that she would be late for the part-time in the bar and the manager of the bar would deduct her payment.

It was nearly eight o'clock, and she finally finished her work. The colleagues in her department packed up their belongings and left. When Wendy Lim went out of the elevator, a male colleague, who was sitting next to her desk, asked, "Wendy, do your live near a restaurant named Hometown?" "Yes!" Wendy Lim nodded.

"You guess what!" The male colleague took out the car key with a smile, "I'm going to send something to my relative's house. They also live near the restaurant. I can give you ride!"