Purchased A Mr. Right

Tina was dreaming.

She was walking alone on the road, and the sun was shining brightly. Suddenly, a big wolf-dog came out of nowhere and pushed her down to the ground. It licked her face and then her body, its saliva dripping to her body.

The big wolf was not only heavy, but also very hot.

Tina struggled with all her might.

Then, she woke up from her dream.

In the hazy moonlight, she was scared by the large face in front of her, which was angular and three-dimensional. All her eyes and eyebrows were covered by the male scent from his mouth and nose. Wilson was very angry and called her by her name. "Tina Hall, who allowed you to sleep first?"

Feeling his anger, Tina quickly put on a smiling face and said flatteringly, "I thought you wouldn't come back!"

"Why wouldn't I come back?" Wilson asked.

He lowered his head and bit the corner of her mouth, venting his anger caused by the fact that she dared to sleep first.

Tina gasped in pain.

She dared not cry out in pain. She explained, "I thought you would have an appointment with a beauty..."

Wilson frowned slightly. He seemed to think of something and then narrowed his eyes and asked, "At dusk, did you see me in the golf course?"

At dusk, he was talking business with a partner at the golf course. When he got on a car, Terry whispered to him, saying that he seemed to have seen Miss Tina when he just came out of the locker room. Now it seemed that she was indeed there at that time.

Tina nodded honestly. "Yes!"

The light in the room was dim, and Wilson's face was against the moonlight. His expression was not very clear, but his eyes behind the glasses were a bit unnaturally bright.

He seemed to have drunk wine. His body temperature was very high, with the residual smell of red wine and perfume.

Tina was about to take a closer smell when he suddenly kissed her.

Wilson kissed her fiercely.

She was retreating step by step.

Tina was surprised at the return of Wilson, thinking, "Wasn't he satisfied with the big star?"

While panting, she couldn't help but push him gently. "Wait, President Chin, can you take a bath first?"

Although Tina had no right to speak to him about having another mistress, she couldn't stand having sex with him just after he did something intimate with another woman... In other words, she was still somewhat resistant.

Wilson was even angrier.

When he woke her up just now, he saw that apart from being shock, she seemed rather disappointed to see him return.

Wilson took off his glasses and narrowed his pupils. "No! I want it now."

As soon as he finished his words, he tore off her clothes.

Tina could only hear the shattering sounds.

Of course, the sex lasted for a long time.

Wilson didn't seem to feel tired, and he did not let her go until it was in the middle of the night.

Tina was exhausted.

There was no doubt that the next day, she got up with her hand supporting her waist.

It was already very sunny outside. At nine o'clock in the morning, Tina opened the quilt and wanted to pick up the clothes on the ground, ready to leave.

When she raised her hand, she accidentally touched something solid.

Tina was stunned.

She turned around and found that Wilson was still lying on the big bed.

He was lying on his stomach on the bed, with his upper body naked in the air and lower body under the quilt. His skin was dark, and the muscles of his shoulders and back were as hard as iron.

This was a situation that had never happened before. Tina was surprised. She quickly put on her clothes and prepared to leave. When she turned her head, she saw that he was still in that position and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

But there was something wrong with him.

The sun was shining, and his handsome facial features were covered with sunlight. His handsome face was abnormally red, as if he was a patient with a high fever.

Tina pursed her lips and walked back to the bed.

She reached out her hand tentatively.

She touched Wilson's forehead, feeling shockingly high temperature.

It was so hot.

Tina remembered that his body was a little hot last night. It turned out that he had caught a cold.

Recalling his fierceness last night, Tina grumbled in her heart.

He actually had such abnormal physical power when he was sick!

She reached out and tried to wake him up. "President Chin? President Chin?"

Wilson waved his hand as if he was driving flies away. "Don't make any noise!"

He was not wearing glasses, which made his face look a little bit stiff. At this time, his voice was obviously weak.

Tina reminded him kindly, "President Chin, you seem to have a fever!"

Wilson didn't seem to care about it. Ignoring her words, he kept his eyes closed.

Tina glanced at her watch.

It was almost 9:30, and her daughter was still waiting for her in the hospital.

Usually, she had to work during the day. If she worked overtime or had meetings, she would have less free time. She could not stay in the hospital all the time. Only the nurse she hired could stay with Isla and she would accompany her during the day of rest.

Tina stood straight and when she stepped out of the bedroom, she couldn't help but look at Wilson, who was lying on the bed.

Wilson changed his position. When he heard the faint sound of door closing at the entrance, he frowned. Then he relaxed and continued to sleep.

After some time, he felt someone was pushing him.

Wilson opened his eyes unpleasantly. Without wearing glasses, his eyes looked a little confused. He slightly narrowed his eyes and then saw clearly that Tina was sitting on the edge of the bed and waking him up.

He was stunned. "You didn't leave?"

Tina nodded. "No. I went downstairs to buy some medicine."

Wilson sat up with his arms propped up and put on the glasses next to him. There was still some dullness in his eyes. He asked in a hoarse voice, "What time is it now?"

Tina picked up her phone and showed it to him. "It's almost 12!"

She hesitated again and again but still stayed with compassion.

First, she called Malee and asked her to go to the hospital to accompany Isla. Then, she went to the pharmacy to buy some medicine.

Tina reached out and touched his forehead.

She frowned and felt that the heat seemed to be a little higher. She asked like a nurse, "When did you fall ill? How long have you been ill? Have you taken medicine?" Wilson lifted his glasses.

When Tina saw this, she knew that he didn't care much about his own physical condition. She said helplessly, "Drink some water first!"

Wilson reached out and took it. His mouth was dry, and a large glass of water was soon finished.

His throat was drenched in liquid, and he felt much better.

After he put down the glass, Tina picked up the bowl from the bedside table and said, "It's harmful to stomach that taking medicine when one is hungry. There is white porridge. You eat some first, and then take the medicine!"

She did not forget to touch the temperature of the bowl.

The porridge had been put aside for a while, and it was not hot anymore.

Wilson nodded and picked up the spoon, but he didn't eat immediately.

The long and narrow eyes behind the glasses were like a lock that locked her tightly, not blinking for a moment.

His eyes were meaningful.

Tina felt uneasy being stared at by him. She felt puzzled and raised her hand to touch her face.

There was no makeup on her face. Only then did she realize that she had not put on makeup today.