Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 352

When the sky began to fall, the street lamps in the apartment lit up one after another.

Wendy counted the time and turned off the stove fire. She put the noodles, which were still rolling in the pot, into the thermal lunch box, without leaving a drop of soup.

In the afternoon after she called Charlie, she went to the supermarket to buy fresh pork ribs, then boiled pork rib soup and put noodles in the soup, and sliced a lot of thinly sliced corn hot, so the noodles had a fragrance of pork rib soup and sweet flavor. Larry would like it very much.

Wendy twisted the lid and took it to the table to sit and wait.

"Knock knock knock

When she finally heard the knock on the door, she hurried to get up with the thermal lunch box and looked at it through the peephole.

She opened the security door, as expected, there was a tall figure standing outside, it was Charlie.

He should have just finished his work, wearing a black handmade suit, with a tie around his neck, but it seemed that he had pulled his tie a little bit during driving, and now it was a little loose.

"I've cooked noodles. Take it back to Larry!" Wendy took the initiative to say.

Larry loved the noodles she cooked very much. Even she did not know why. Perhaps it was because Larry was Charlie's son, sharing some of his father's hobbies.

On the phone, she told Charlie that she wanted to cook noodles for Larry again before leaving, and asked him if he had time to come and get it tonight.

When she handed it over, Wendy felt a little sad.

She was afraid that this would be the last time she cooked noodles for Larry...

It's just that even though she had a lot of reluctance, she couldn't do anything about it because she was only a visitor in Larry's life, not a permanent companion, and then Charlie would marry Madge and they became a real family.

"Okay." Charlie stretched out his hand and accepted it.

In fact, Wendy could have called Aunt Lee, but she still chose to call him, or she also wanted to see him before leaving.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator behind him slowly opened again.

Emily walked out, swinging the key. When she saw the picture at the door, she shouted in a low voice, "Hey, am I back at the wrong time?"

"Well, I'll go back to my bedroom after taking things in, and I won't disturb you!"

After saying that, Emily went into the house. When she bent over to change my shoes at the door, she left her handbag unzipped, a small bottle dropped from it, and rolled right out.

Emily wanted to pick up the bottle quickly, but the bottle just rolled down to Charlie's feet.

At this time, he had bent over and held the bottle in his hand.

Charlie glanced at it without leaving a trace. He handed it to her and asked, "Miss Sam, yours?"

"Yeah... Thank you!" It was as if Emily had just realized what was going on. She quickly took it from him.

Wendy and Charlie were very close to each other, and when the bottle fell out she could see clearly that it wasn't a normal prescription medication, but the doctor's special fetal medicine for Emily. Wendy glanced at the nervous- looking Emily and hurriedly said, "Er, Charlie, I'll walk you down!"

"Okay." Charlie nodded.

Wendy grabbed the key, winked at her best friend, and then closed the security door.

The elevator stopped on this floor and opened up again after they pressing the button.

The red number jumped at a constant speed. Unconsciously, they had arrived on the first floor. Wendy walked him all the way out the door of the apartment building.

Outside there was a streetlight on, the night breeze was blowing, and a quiet voice sounded as she walked down the last flight of stairs.

"That child..."

Wendy's hands, which were hanging down, suddenly clenched tight.

She thought that the anger and resentment in his deep, restrained eyes would appear again like in the previous rainy night, but it didn't. Under the streetlight, it was as deep as an ancient well that could absorb people's hearts.

Charlie's Adam's apple bobbed up and down. "Last time you said that you wanted to keep it and take care of it. You also wanted to hear it call you mom, didn't you?" "Yes..." Wendy nodded.

Although she finally fainted that day, she still remembered what she had said.

Charlie twitched his lips and continued to ask, "You actually love him very much, don't you?"

"Yes..." Wendy nodded again. But it was not helpful to talk about it now. She changed the subject and said, "Charlie, I'm going back to Canada tomorrow." "Mm." Charlie gave a vague reply for some reason.

Wendy didn't pay much attention to it, she continued to sip her lips and said, "Maybe I won't come back again, so... please say goodbye to Larry for me!"

Hearing this, Charlie's thin lips slowly drew a very shallow curve under the street lamp.

"Wendy, perhaps you don't need to say goodbye." He said with a smile in his voice. Wendy?

Wendy's heart skipped a beat.

She stared at him, stunned and flustered by his sudden change of attitude and the smile that stretched from his thin lips to the bottom of his Wendy swallowed her saliva and grabbed the key in her hand. "Be careful on the road. I'm going up!"

As if she had run away, she turned around after saying so, stumbling twice at the threshold in her panic.

Charlie stood there and looked at her figure running back to the apartment building.

Only when she was out of his sight did he turn around with the thermal lunch box.

Just like before, Charlie did not hurry back to the villa. Instead, he drove the Land Rover to a restaurant and stopped at the entrance. Then he pulled up the handbrake and opened the thermal lunch box. The smell of noodles filled the nostrils.

When he finished eating, his mobile phone rang at the same time.

Charlie took a look at it and put it next to his ear. Farr's respectful voice came from it.

"Mr. Hogg!"

There was a lot of noise on the other end of the line, and people were speaking a foreign language, so it was clear that there was a time difference from his side.

Charlie finished the last bit of noodle soup, twisted the lid and asked, "How did the investigation go?"

"Mr. Hogg, it's as you expected!" Farr paused and continued, "Four years ago, Chairman Hogg did send someone to New York to follow Miss Lim until she gave birth, then he bribed a doctor to swap the baby she gave birth to in the operating room, telling her that the baby was born prematurely and that the placenta had aborted prematurely and the umbilical cord was wrapped around the baby's neck, causing suffocation. And, Miss Gray knew about it too!"

"Well, I know." Charlie said in a deep voice.

After hanging up the phone, he narrowed his eyes coldly, which was filled with coldness.

Fifteen minutes later, the waiter of the restaurant ran out and sent a thermal lunch box filled with noodles again. It seemed that he had done it before, and didn't ask questions or say much, collecting money with one hand and handing over lunch boxes with the other.

Charlie stretched out his hand to take it. He felt as if something else was left behind.

Suddenly, he thought of something. He took out his cell phone again, chose a number from the phone screen, and dialed it.

It rang several times before it was picked up, and Simon's voice sounded particularly tired. "Hey, I just got off the operating table. If there's nothing, then I'll hang up and go to sleep..."