Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 334

He shouted her name very slowly, every word seemed to be ground between his teeth.

Wendy could feel it, but she didn't know why. She could only ask,"... when did you come back?"

When she was talking with Donna in the hospital in the daytime, she also mentioned that he had not come back from the business trip to the United States, and his phone was also turned off as before. Even Larry asked about him today.

Charlie was still staring at her. Instead of answering her question, he asked, "Where is Felix Yam?"

Wendy's body shook.

Charlie narrowed his deep eyes, glanced at the direction in which the taxi had just left, and sneered, "You found a new lover so quickly. Didn't you plan to get married when you were so close to Felix? Did he abandon you, or did you dump him as you did to me?"

"Charlie, you..." Wendy looked at him in shock.

She swallowed and panted heavily. "Did you get your memory back?"She asked in disbelief.

Charlie snorted coldly and said, "What? If I hadn't remembered, would you have continued to play dumb in front of me?"

"..." Wendy pursed her lips.

She didn't answer, which meant that she admitted it. And that was indeed what she was thinking. After she returned home and learned about his cliche plot of amnesia, she did not think of telling him who she was, nor did she think about the entanglement between the two of them. After all, forgetting was not a bad thing.

Charlie took a big step forward and looked down on her, and said in a tone colder than before. "Wendy, I've asked you more than once whether we knew each other before. What did you say to me?" "I just don't think it's necessary to..." Wendy frowned.

"You just don't think it's necessary?" Charlie repeated with a sneer.

"Yes." Wendy nodded without hesitation. She turned her face and fixed her eyes on the tall shadow on the ground. "Charlie, we've already broken up four years ago. It doesn't matter if we know each other or not, and it doesn't matter if you remember me or not. What's the difference?"

Charlie's deep eyes, which were like ancient wells, were shining like cold stars at this time. He sneered twice in a row and said, "Wendy, fine, it doesn't matter, and there's no difference. Well, let me ask you, did I ask you if you would get pregnant, and what did you say to me?"

"..." Wendy's face froze.

In this matter, it was indeed her fault that she intentionally hid it from him back then.

Charlie gritted his teeth and burst out a sentence at the same time, "Four years ago, you left without a word, carrying my child, you..."

"I have nothing to say about the child!" Wendy interrupted him suddenly.

When she heard him mention the child, her eyes were becoming chaotic.

She suddenly fell down and was sent to the hospital. The doctor examined her and said that the amniotic fluid had broken and the baby was premature. She was lying on the operating table in pain, but still looking forward to the arrival of the little one with all her heart. However, the crying became smaller and smaller, and finally, all that's left was a bruised, dead fetus...

He's not breathing, and covered in blood....

This had been her nightmare for a long time.

Now being mentioned by him in a tone of questioning, she felt as if her heart was being strangled by fine hairs. She could only feel pain, and it was a very real one.

When her disorganized eyes met his, a sad smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. "He wasn't meant for me...."

To Charlie's ears, these words took on a different meaning.

"Nothing to say?"

"He wasn't meant for you?"

Charlie gritted his teeth and repeated those words over and over again. His eyes glared at her.

Then, he suddenly pinched her chin with his hand, and the force was so strong that his knuckles turned white. "Wendy, is this your answer?"

After Charlie recovered his memories, the first thing he did when he came back was to replace her.

In addition to remembering everything between them, including the fact that after breaking up and going abroad, she did not want the child and sent him back to the Hogg family. Four years ago, he had a car accident on his way to the airport, just to go to her and ask her why she lied that she was not pregnant and why she did not want the child!

This was also a knot in his heart, but after four years, he only got such an answer.

Wendy frowned, trying to break free from his big hand. "Charlie, let go of me! It hurts..."

He applied almost all his strength, and the pain from her chin spread to all senses. If he had been a little more violent, she would have suspected that her teeth would have loosened.

In the confrontation, neither of them noticed that a taxi stopped quietly.

"Mr. Hogg, what are you doing?"

Ryan quickly ran over and stepped forward to stop Charlie.

Charlie shot a cold glance at the anxious-looking Ryan, and then glanced at Wendy, her brow was furrowed in pain, and her chin was already red and swollen where his fingers pinched. The next second when he loosened his grip, Ryan stood upright in front of Wendy, like a guardian.

Seeing this, Charlie coldly stared at them for two seconds. Then he sneered and turned to walk to the white Land Rover.

As the door was closed, the Land Rover tires made an ear-piercing sound on the ground and left in a loud voice.

Wendy did not close her eyes until the flickering taillight disappeared. When she opened her eyes, she asked, "Ryan, how did you come back?"

"You left your keys in the taxi, so I had the driver turn around and bring them back to you!" Ryan said as he pulled out a bunch of keys from his pocket.

Wendy looked down at her bag. She had forgotten to unzipped the zipper. It must have been accidentally dropped out.

"Thank you." Wendy reached out and took it over.

However, Ryan's gaze was focused on her chin worriedly. "Wendy, are you alright?"

"I'm fine..." Wendy shook her head. She raised her hand and stroked it. She still felt pain, and her feet were a little weak. She took two light breaths and said, "Ryan, can you help me up?" "Alright." Ryan nodded.

Ryan walked her all the way to the door and watched her enter before leaving.

It was dark in the room and there was no light. It seemed that Emily hadn't come back yet. Wendy didn't turn on the lights either. She took off her shoes and walked into the bedroom without taking off her clothes, then lay down on the bed with the blanket directly over her head.

That night, she dreamed of her child again.

The temperature rose every day, and the sun was shining brightly outside the window.

Wendy hadn't been to the hospital since that night when Charlie came to her.

She sat at the end of the bed, folding the clothes on her knees with her head down. Beside her feet was a suitcase she carried when she returned home.

The suitcase was open, and every piece of clothing that she sorted out, she put inside.

As the phone rang, Wendy took the phone, and the "Aunt" was displayed on the screen. She didn't answer it immediately. When it rang the third time in a row, she sighed, picked it up, and put it beside her ear. On the line, it wasn't Donna's voice who called her with a smile, but a soft child's voice. "Wendy, it's me."

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