Purchased A Mr. Right

Although the concert was over, everyone was still in high spirits, except for Desmond.

His curly hair flopped over his forehead seemed to be falling down. He was very gloomy and unhappy.

Seeing the tension between them was almost tangible, Lyle had to leave Mia behind. "Ahem. Uhm... I'm hungry. I just heard that there is a night market nearby. I'm going to get something to eat, so I won't go back to the hotel with you! I'll go first. Bye-bye!"

After that, she disappeared like a breeze.

Mia was stunned.

How could she discard me at this time?

She nervously licked her dry lips.

When she was trying to explain, someone came over to them and said, "Mr. and Mrs. Chin!"

It was until the person got closer that Mia recognized him.

Josiah changed into a black sports suit, wearing a cap and a mask to cover his face. He disguised himself very well for fear of being recognized.

Hearing that his boss had come to his concert, he rushed over without removing his stage makeup.

Mia whispered, "Josiah?"

Sensing the glare from Desmond, she quickly shut her mouth.

"It's me!" Josiah also lowered his voice. "I heard from Colton that the boss was here, but I didn't expect Mrs. Chin to be here too! You said you were my fan, and I felt extremely flattered. Did you especially come to watch my concert? Thank you for your support and love!"

"..." Mia did not dare to speak.

Josiah did not want to miss this chance of buttering her up. He thought for a moment and said, "By the way, we have prepared many signed photographs and small gifts for my fans this time. I didn't get the chance to write a special photograph for you last time. Shall I sign you another one?"

Mia glanced at Desmond's long face and refused with an awkward yet polite smile. "There's no need..."

Desmond said, "The concert is a huge success, but we're going back."

After that, he took Mia's hand and left.

As Josiah looked at their backs, his eyebrows under the brim of his hat furrowed. He turned to Colton, his agent next to him, and asked, "Are you sure that our boss doesn't want to fire me?" Colton hesitated and said, "Now, I'm not sure either..."

Josiah was speechless.

They returned to the hotel.

Mia, nervously crossing her hands before her, apologized with a good and solemn attitude. "I'm sorry. It's my fault."

Desmond changed his sitting position.

His face still showed that he was very unhappy.

Mia continued, "I shouldn't have lied to you. I didn't tell you that I was going to attend the concert because I was afraid that you wouldn't agree!"

Desmond snorted. "Why did you think I wouldn't agree?"

Mia asked, "Would you?"

Desmond said, "No way!" It was impossible!

Mia was taken aback.

Desmond, jutting his chin out, growled, "I'm very angry right now."

"I know." Mia nodded and lowered her head, looking like a docile little lamb.

Her voice was soft, and her pure and sincere eyes were focused on him when she spoke, which made him unable to bear to be angry with her.

However, Desmond was filled with anger.

If he couldn't lose his temper before her, he had to vent his anger in a different way.

Desmond got up and carried her into the bedroom.

Without even turning on the light, he stripped off all her clothes.

Desmond pressed her down so hard that she could barely breathe. With anger, he blew hot breath in her ears and began to settle accounts with her. "You waved the fluorescent sticks at the concert so vigorously and shouted so excitedly? Hmm?"

"..." Mia couldn't say anything.

Desmond thought of what she had said at the concert and ground his teeth. "Brother? I love you forever?! Hmm?"

"..." Mia, panting, couldn't utter a word under him.

She explained in a broken voice, "I'm just one of his fans. We would shout those words to support him, but I didn't mean it. And I never said he was super gorgeous. Never." Desmond said resentfully, "But you called him sweetheart!"

Oh? Was that true?

Mia was in a daze. After a while, she seemed to remember that she indeed had said so...

Alas, she must have been deeply affected by the other frenetic fans.

As the president of an entertainment company, Desmond was in charge of so many entertainers. Most of them were pretty famous.

Thus, he knew the entertainment industry better than anyone else, and he also knew the sweet words of those crazy fans.

He knew it was a way of calling their idol to show their love for him, but he couldn't bear it when he heard that she addressed Josiah as her sweetheart.

Desmond bit the corner of her mouth indignantly. "You've never called me like that!"

Although it hurt, she didn't dare to cry out in pain.

She looked at him pitifully. "Can I do that now?"

His heart skipped a beat and raced as he expected her to call him.

...

He deliberately put on a smelly face. "Say it."

"Sweetheart!" Mia shouted. Afraid that he could not hear her, she leaned over his ear and patiently coaxed him as if he were a child. "Sweetheart, don't be angry!"

Her soft and rising voice tickled his heart like a piece of feather.

Desmond, hearing her soft words, felt weak and numb.

The jealousy in his heart immediately dissipated.

However, although he was no longer angry, he didn't stop punishing her.

In the dim bedroom, Mia called him sweetheart from time to time in a broken voice.

Mia was badly "tortured" in bed.

The next day, she couldn't get up.

As the secretary entered the suite's living room, he saw the bedroom door was closed tightly. Knowing that Mia was still resting, he deliberately lowered his voice for fear of disturbing her. Then he reported the business trip in an orderly manner.

Desmond sat still with a coffee cup in one hand and rubbed his chin with his other hand, appearing to be lost in thought.

He was actually looking at the items on the carpet next to the sofa.

These were items fans used to cheer for their idol: light boards, glow sticks, etc. Thanks to his sharp eyes, the secretary did not forget that they found Mia at the concert last night. Seeing that he did not respond for a long time, the secretary asked, "Is there any problem?"

Desmond looked up at him.

Then, he frowned and muttered thoughtfully, "Do you think I'll be famous if I start my career as an entertainer?"

The secretary looked terrified, thinking that he must have misheard.

Desmond waved his hand.

He put down the coffee cup.

He regained his composure and lazily ordered, his legs crossed. "Change the flight to tomorrow morning. I'll stay here for another day."

They had booked the return tickets even before they started for this business trip,

After getting all the work done, they originally planned to take the flight at four o'clock in the afternoon.

The secretary was stunned and then asked respectfully, "Is there anything wrong with the contract we signed?"

"No." Desmond shook his head and said slowly, "I want to take a tour around this place with my wife. My parents arranged the wedding, and we got married in a hurry. After the wedding, she had to go to school, so we didn't even have time for a honeymoon. Since we are out together this time, I'd like to have some fun with her."

The secretary was surprised to hear that.

It was absolutely true - his boss wanted to show his love and affection for his wife.