Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 130

"... I don't!"

Wendy immediately retorted as if She were a cat whose tail had been trodden on.

She felt uneasy by staring at him and faltered, "You said that the neighbors should help each other!"

"Feed me." Charlie pushed the bowl in his hand to her.

These two words were powerful enough to recall too many memories...

Wendy pursed her lips and said, "If you don't want to eat, then just leave it there!"

"Don't be so mean!" Charlie curled his lips and took back the bowl. He picked up the spoon and began to feed himself. He muttered in a hoarse voice, "I have fed you in the hospital when you ate narcissus and got poisoned!"

"..." Wendy was embarrassed. It seemed that he was true.

Charlie ate two spoons of porridge and frowned, "It's insipid."

"You are sick, so you can only eat insipid food." Wendy felt speechless.

He was so picky even when he was sick!

Charlie continued to eating and cast a glance at her, "Can you cook a bowl of noodles for me when I recovered?" "Okay..." Wendy nodded because she should show more mercy to a patient.

But why he was so keen on noodles?

He was eating not as fast as eating noodles, but he emptied the bowl. He put the spoon into the bowl and handed it all to her.

Wendy took over the bowl and put it aside. Then, she gave him the pills, "You can take the pills now!"

Charlie followed her words. He sat up, raised his head, and swallowed the pills with water.

Then, he lay on the bed, pulled the quilt over his body, and only exposed his head.

Wendy did not leave immediately. She washed the bowls and chopsticks in the kitchen. She was worried about him, so she deliberately slowed down her movements.

About half an hour later, she got a glass of warm water and walked into the bedroom.

Charlie still maintained the same position as before.

Wendy thought he was asleep. When she put the glass on the bedside table and got up, she found that his eyes were fixed on her.

His eyes were hollow due to illness, and he blinked slowly. However, his black eyes were still as deep as an ancient well.

If someone stared into his eyes, she would never find a way to get out...

Wendy stood up straight and look at him. He was lying on the bed, and his short hair was a little messy, like a nest.

To be honest, he looked funny!

Wendy held back her laughter and found he was unwell. Even when he was tired before, she had never seen him weak like this. He was really sick this time. Logically speaking, the pills should work now...

The more she thought about it, the more she frowned. She couldn't help stretching out her hand to touch his forehead.

"Ah!"

She screamed in her mind and withdrew her hand.

She touched her forehead, only to find out that he had such a high temperature.

He was alright after staying in the rain for such a long time when they were on a business trip in S City, but now he became so weak due to a cold.

Wendy said in a low voice, "Charlie, you have to go to the hospital!"

"No." Charlie refused.

"Do you have a private doctor?" Wendy frowned and continued to ask.

"No." Charlie replied.

Wendy pursed her lips. Rich people should have their private doctors.

"I have a fever and can't move any more. You can't count on a patient to lower his own temperature." Charlie answered, gazing at her with his deep eyes.

Under the warm yellow light, he looked a little poor, and there was no arrogance in his words. Instead, he was begging her.

Who said that a weak woman would make a man want to protect her?

It was not absolutely true. A weak man would make a woman want to take care of him...

Wendy compromised under his gaze. She pinched a swab and asked, "Then... what should I do?" "Take off my clothes first."

Charlie was lying there, showing her how to do with his hands.

Take off his clothes?

That's right. If she would wipe his body with alcohol, she needed to take off his clothes first...

Wendy replied in a low voice, "Oh..."

She held her breath, walked two steps forward mechanically, and bent slightly.

She stretched out her hand to him. She untied his tie and undid the shirt button. Then, his nice figure could be seen clearly.

Charlie, like a child, raised his arms and let her take off his shirt and suit jacket.

His strong and tight chest was outlined by the lights, and the waistline seemed to be clearer than before. He was weak and lying there, but he was still deadly sexy, releasing male hormones.

Wendy secretly swallowed and tried to keep calm.

She lowered her head and kept concentrated.

She looked steadily forward and placed his jacket and shirt on the chair beside her. Then, she turned around and became a little nervous. She did not know what to do next.

Before she could say something, Charlie pointed at his waist and said, "And my pants."