Chapter 382


    The New York night scene had always been beautiful.


    Especially when looking out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the neon images were a gorgeous


    dreamscape. Wendy stood there with her hands on her shoulders, but she had no intention of


    admiring it, looking down at the dial on her wrist from time to time.


    With each revolution of the second hand, her anxiety grew deeper.


    It was almost 12 o''clock in the middle of the night, but Charlie hadn''te back yet!


    After leaving the restaurant, while saying goodbye, Charlie suddenly stopped Felix, who had


    opened the car door, and said that he wanted to return the favor and find a ce to invite Felix to


    have a drink. She tried to follow, but was refused by both men at the same time and forced to return


    to the hotel.


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    Since Wendy came back, she had been fidgeting.


    Charlie and Felix had known each other for a very long time, but since she was in the middle, their


    rtionship had always been very delicate. And four years ago, they had a big fight because of her.


    Such two men were drinking together, how could she not worry!


    There was some movement on the big bed behind her, and Wendy turned around and saw Larry


    sitting up from the bed, his two big ck grape-like eyes half open and half closed, and his two little


    hands rubbing his eyes, "I want to pee~"


    She walked up quickly, picked up Larry from the bed and walked to the bathroom.


    In the evening, not long after she returned to the hotel, Charlie''s uncle sent Larry back. As time


    went by, Larry went to sleep early.


    She wiped Larry''s hand with a wet tissue, held him in her arms, andy back on the pillow. The air


    conditioner was turned on in the room, and Wendy pulled the quilt up again.


    Larry, with only his head exposed, yawned sleepily. "Wendy, why don''t you sleep?"


    "Sweety, you go back to sleep, I''ll sleep soon!" The corners of Wendy''s mouth were bent into a


    smile.


    "Are you waiting for Daddy?"


    "Yes." Wendy nodded.


    When Larry heard this, he didn''t forget to seize the opportunity toin about his daddy. "Daddy


    is so naughty..."


    "Sleep, baby!" Wendy smiled and patted his little body.


    Larry was awakened by urine, and after saying a few words, he soon fell back asleep with his little


    head bent and snoring.


    When Wendy walked back to the floor- to- ceiling window, she suddenly heard a noise in the


    corridor.


    She turned around quickly, ran towards the entrance, and looked out through peephole. As


    expected, Charlie''s tall figure was standing outside the door. It seemed that he was turning over the


    room card from his trouser pocket.


    Wendy opened the door, and a pungent smell of alcohol wafted through the air.


    Charlie''s suit jacket was in his hand, and a few buttons of his shirt were ripped off, exposing his


    bronze skin. His deep eyes were full of intoxication. When the door was opened, his strong body fell


    straight to her.


    Wendy hurriedly stretched out her hands to hold Charlie. "Charlie, are you alright..."


    "I''m fine!" Charlie raised his eyebrows.


    Charlie opened his arms and put his chin on her shoulder, putting the whole weight on her like a


    giant dog.


    There were still some people walking in the corridor. Wendy hurriedly helped him in, turned back


    and closed the door.


    When she saw his long legs wobbling, she frowned, "... Why are you so drunk!"


    Hearing this, Charlie raised his eyebrows higher than he did just now. He snorted with disdain, "Your


    Felix is more drunk than me. When he came out of the bar, I helped him to the car myself, okay?"


    "Yeah yeah..." Wendy was speechless.


    Without saying anything else, she tried her best to help him walk into the suite.


    "Charlie, do you want me to get you some bath water?" "No!" Charlie raised his hand. There was no


    way for him to take a bath in his current state.


    ncing at his son who was lying on the bed, he pointed to the couch in the living room outside. "I''ll


    sleep on the couch tonight!"


    "I''ll help you over..." Wendy nodded, afraid that he would shock Larry with the smell of alcohol all


    over his body.


    Seeing his strong body leaning on the couch, she went back to the bedroom, took the pillow and


    bedding, and then gently closed the door.


    When she came back, Charlie had changed his position of lying on his back. He put one arm on his


    eyes, the other on his trousers, and in a sh, all that was left on his body was a pair of boxers.


    Wendy walked over quickly, closed the curtains, and picked up the clothes on the ground one by


    one. Then she looked at someone who had exposed himself, feeling a headache.


    She squatted beside him and touched him gently with her hand. "Charlie, drink some warm water


    first!"


    "Hmm." Charlie struggled to lift the upper half of his body.


    After taking it, he raised his head and drank it in one gulp.


    Wendy waspletely helpless. She could almost imagine how he and Felix drank in the bar. He


    seemed to be really drunk at this point, and it seemed to be the first time she had ever seen him


    drunk like this. She couldn''t help moving forward and tried to get something out of him. "Charlie,


    what did you do with Felix tonight?"


    "Drink." Charlie said, pursing his lips.


    "Just drink?" Wendy frowned.


    "Well, we aslo chat." Charlie raised his hand and rubbed his chin.


    "Chat?" Wendy was surprised. She pressed her lips together and asked cautiously, "What... did you


    guys talk about?"


    Hearing this, Charlie suddenly turned to look at her. His deep eyes werezy and half-squinted.


    They were full of intoxication, but there seemed to be a bit of heat in them.


    Being stared at by him, Wendy felt a little creepy. She opened her mouth, but before she could


    make a sound, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled her over.


    In the blink of an eye, her line of sight upward is already the ceiling.


    Wendy struggled under his body. But the next second, he suddenly held her face in his hands.


    Charlie and Felix talked a lot tonight. The most important thing was that there was a


    misunderstanding, which had always been unhappy but had never been exined four years ago,


    had been rified.


    "Wendy, it''s my fault!"


    The quiet voice was a little hoarse after drinking, and she was confused by his sudden self-me.


    "What..." "You''re mine!" Charlie dered, full of alcohol.


    "Alright, I''m yours..." Wendy sighed. She couldn''t take what a drunkard said seriously.


    She pushed him and wanted to get up, but Charlie came over and pressed her tightly. He even


    raised his hand and threw the cushion beside him on the carpet, making a big noise.


    Wendy reminded helplessly, "Be quiet, Larry has fallen asleep..."


    "In that case, you''d better keep your voice down!" Charlie said in her ear.


    And then, the battle began...


    First got drunk, then acted like a hooligan!


    Wendy struggled for a while, which made him more intrigued. Finally, she had to give up. She


    copsed under his body like a puddle of spring water, and the sound that made people blush came


    from her lips and teeth from time to time.


    With her eyes turning red, she felt that he left hickey after hickey on her body, as if he was trying to


    get the marks all over her body.


    In her ear, there was a word, like a curse, "Here''s mine, so is there, all of them are..."