Purchased A Mr. Right novel 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?"