Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 350

Since Ryan learned about this, he decided not to keep it a secret any longer.

"Yes, in addition to being Wendy's friend, I am indeed her psychologist. The last time in the hospital, what I said was a lie. That was not the real reason why she looked for me. The real reason is..." He paused and then slowly continued, "She can't get over the loss of her child."

The loss of her child...

Charlie gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

He repeated the words in his mind, as if his heart was bitten by a tiny bug.

"Four years ago, right after she arrived in Canada, she came to me!" Ryan recalled and said, "When she was seven months pregnant, she fell in the bathroom. When she was sent to the hospital, the doctor said the baby would be born prematurely, and then she was sent to the operating room. But she didn't expect that the baby was not saved in the end!"

"It seems that soon after the baby was born, there was no crying or breathing, and when she saw it, it was already a stillborn baby, so for a long time after that she had nightmares every night, so bad that she couldn't even lead a normal life, and was in constant pain of losing her child, and had to rely on the help of a psychologist!"

As Wendy's psychologist, Ryan had a full understanding of her matters.

"It's been going on for a long time, but it's getting better now, especially lately. I was worried when I knew she was coming back here from a business trip that she might have a flashback, but she doesn't have that nightmare anymore."

Ryan smiled and was very happy for her. "Also, I had thought that she might be resistant to children for the rest of her life, but she and your son are..."

Halfway through his sentence, he abruptly stopped.

He turned to look at Charlie on the opposite side. Charlie's deep eyes were like an ancient well, and he suddenly understood something.

No wonder...

After watching for a few times, Ryan felt that Wendy and Larry were very close, and the picture of them getting along with each other was so warm. Especially when he looked at them from a certain angle or expression, he felt that they were very similar. Now it seemed that it completely confirmed some kind of speculation that he had at some moment!

It was just that Ryan did not understand. If Larry was that child, why would Wendy give birth to a stillborn baby...

Maybe this was the secret of a wealthy family!

Charlie raised his hand and pressed the space between his eyebrows. Under the light, the blue veins on the back of his hand looked shocking.

Ever since Ryan had finished speaking, the look on his face was like a mirror that cracked a little, and the protruding Adam's apple was moving up and down at a very slow speed.

Seeing this, Ryan asked, "Mr. Hogg, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Charlie stood up from the sofa.

Although his look was as indifferent as ever, his voice was hoarse, like an iron plate blown by sand.

Charlie looked at Ryan and pulled his lips very sincerely. "Thank you."

Then he turned and strode out of the Ye Family, his back disappearing in the rainy night.

Wendy opened her eyes and rolled them.

The sinking sensation on her body was gone, and her limbs were no longer sore, her throat was much better, and she didn't felt that pain when she swallowed saliva.

She seemed to have had that nightmare again last night, only in the dream, there seemed to be a large, dry, warm hand that held her in its grip, and the power came from there, allowing her to come out of the dream!

"Miss Lim, you woke up!"

Suddenly, a shadowy figure came over from the window. It was a nurse in green clothes.

Wendy only remembered that she received a phone call from Charlie last night. Then she went downstairs, and Charlie mentioned that child again. She lost control of her emotions on a rainy night and then los consciousness because she couldn't support herself... Looking around, it looked like she should be in the hospital right now.

The nurse thought Wendy was looking for someone, so she smiled and told her, "Your husband went to buy breakfast for you!"

"My husband?" Wendy was stunned.

"Mr. Hogg!" The nurse was still smiling. She pointed at the chair next to the hospital bed and said, "He stayed there the whole night. He went out at dawn, saying that he wanted to buy breakfast for you, so that you could have breakfast when you woke up!"

This was the second time that someone had mistaken Charlie for her husband.

The last time was fine because Larry was around, they could easily be mistaken for a family of three, but now it's just the two of them, she did not expect that people could mistake them for a couple... Wendy opened hers mouth and was about to explain when the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open.

"Well, he's back!" The nurse immediately said with a smile.

Charlie's tall figure entered the ward. His black handmade suit was wrinkled after soaking in the rain, and he was holding a bag that was used to carry breakfast in his hand. Hot steam was even coming out of the crack in the bag.

When she opened her eyes, he strode over to her and asked, "You awake?"

"Yes..." Wendy answered.

After Charlie put down the breakfast bag, he reached out to her, put the back of his hand on her forehead, and his. She no longer had a fever.

Wendy was caught off guard, and her eyes looked a little dull. When his hand left, the skin on her forehead seemed to have small bumps.

In her line of sight, the nurse who was closing the door and leaving smiled ambiguously when she saw this.

Wendy was extremely embarrassed. She sighed and looked at the closed door, then Charlie, who was opening the bag, and said, "Er, thank you for taking me to the hospital..."

When she woke up, she knew that it must have been him who had sent her here.

"Eat first." Charlie didn't pick up what Wendy said, just saying, "When you're sick, you need to get your strength back so you can get well faster." "Okay..." Wendy nodded her head.

She held the edge of the bed and sat up, and the pillow on her back had already been erected, so she leaned back.

She saw Charlie pulling the chair forward, then sitting on it, holding the porridge and spooning it with a spoon, as if he was going to feed her. Wendy hurriedly said, "I can eat it myself!"

She didn't hurt her arms or legs, just had a fever. And she was fine now. She didn't need anyone to take care of her.

"Open your mouth!" Charlie remained unmoved.

"..." Wendy frowned. Charlie raised his eyebrows and pulled his lips calmly. "Do you need me to help you open your mouth in some other way?" Wendy panicked.

Almost in an instant, she immediately understood what he meant. She didn't dare to be verbose anymore. When the spoon was handed over, she immediately opened her mouth obediently and dared not to have any objection.

It was rice and millet porridge, mixed with some vegetables, which tasted fresh.

Charlie was holding a bowl of porridge in his hand, blowing on his thin lips as he scooped up each spoonful before handing it to her.

Now not only the nurse, but also Wendy herself felt the atmosphere was ambiguous.