Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 582

After returning to the room, Wendy went into the bathroom and took a shower.

As soon as she got out of the bathroom, her phone rang. She picked it up, but it was a call from a stranger, and the one said nothing. Casting a glance at the screen with suspicion, Wendy found that the phone was still put through, and she even could vaguely hear the breath sounds. The one didn't reply, though she said hello for several times.

Wendy hung up with a frown.

Just as she raised her hands to dry half of her hair, her cell phone rang again.

The call was still from a strange number, and no one made a sound after it was answered. Wendy asked with slight anger, "Who's that? If you keep being silent, I'll hang up."

She was so angry that she hung up again. Charlie, who was spreading the quilt, came over after hearing the sound.

"What's going on?"

Wendy shook her head and then showed him her cell phone. "I don't know... Someone called me twice but didn't make a sound when the phone was put through."

Charlie frowned. Just as he was about to take the phone and check it, it rang again, as if the one making the call was trying to annoy the owner of the phone. He answered in a low voice, "Hello? Who are you looking for?"

Perhaps due to his tough tone, the one hung up directly.

Charlie frowned even harder. Glancing at the three numbers in succession, he thought the calls must be made through temporary telephone lines. He turned off the phone directly to avoid those annoying calls. "Hang up if you are not familiar with the number."

"Okay." Wendy nodded.

She felt quieter after the phone was turned off. She had been yawning in the study, and she almost fell asleep when she was standing under the shower. But now she was less sleepy because of these annoying calls.

Reaching out his hand, Charlie was combing Wendy's hair with his hand, "Don't sleep until your hair is dry, or it’ll do harm to your heart."

Wendy raised up her head to enjoy the gentle touch of his hand on her hair.

"It's almost dry." After saying this, she slipped into the quilt and lay down. The hand which Charlie used to comb her hair now moved to her waist. Feeling the edge of her pajamas lifted, she moaned, "Stop. It's not good for the baby in my belly."

"Fine." Charlie answered.

However, his hand did not stop. She buried her face in the pillow and breathed slowly. Her eyelids looked slightly reddish under the light.

When it was getting hotter and hotter under the quilt, Charlie suddenly pulled out his hand and turned off the bedside lamp next to him. Then he held her into his arms, showing he was about to sleep as she asked just now.

Wendy bit her lips in the dark.

She felt that the passion in her body was lit up and her throat was dry as if she was almost overwhelmed by the hot feelings. But he stopped at this moment. How could he do that?

Wendy couldn't help herself but poked Charlie on his chest with shyness,"... Come on."

Even if it was dark, she was sure that the two thick eyebrows of him must be raised high at this time. Charlie grabbed Wendy's index finger and bit it softly by his lips, whispering in a hushed tone, "Since you are so hungry for it, I'd love to help you out."

Wendy was so ashamed and annoyed that she really wanted to kick him away. But she ended up immersing herself in his lingering kiss.

It was Sunday the next day. A black Mercedes stopped at the entrance of a cafe.

Uncle Lee opened the rear door after getting out of the car. Wendy got off the car with Larry, and then she bent over to sort out the crumbs on the chest of his suit which dropped when he was eating biscuits on the car earlier. She asked Larry, "Baby, did your Daddy ask you to come with us?"

Larry rolled his big black grape- like eyes quickly.