Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 342

Wendy turned off the fire and stored the noodles in a thermal lunch box.

In the living room, Emily had already gone back to her room secretly. Only Charlie stood in front of the window alone, with the light around him. His tall figure looked cold and hard, but somehow lonely at the same time.

Wendy walked over with the thermal lunch box and said, "Well, the noodles are ready!"

"Thank you for this." Charlie stretched out his hand and took it over.

Even if the box was tightly covered with its lid, the fragrance of the noodles still went straight into his nose.

"Anytime..." Wendy shook her head.

Charlie narrowed his deep eyes and looked at her. He pulled his lips and said, "Larry's stitches will be removed next week, and I'm afraid he'll be scared. Can you go and accompany him then?"

"The stitches could be removed next week?" Wendy asked hurriedly.

"Yes." Charlie nodded.

During the surgery, Charlie, who hadn't regained his memory, was mentioned to her that he was very strict with Larry, but protected Larry very well at the same time. Larry had never been ill or injured or was sent to the hospital. Moreover, Larry was in a coma during the surgery at that time, so removing stitches was still a terrible thing for Larry.

"Okay, I'll go." Wendy did not refuse.

Although her best friend was still here, it was still uncomfortable for her to be with Charlie alone in the same space, especially when his tall and big figure completely enveloped her. She licked her lips and said, "Charlie, you'd better take it to Larry as soon as possible. The noodles will become soft after a long time, it will not be delicious then!"

Charlie replied with a "hmm" and walked towards the entrance with the lunch box.

Wendy followed Charlie silently. When he stepped out of the security door with his long legs, she couldn't help calling him.

"Charlie!"

Charlie stopped and turned around to look at her.

Wendy clasped her hands behind her and looked up at him. "I know everything about what happened to Yolanda..."

"Thank you."

When she learned about it at that time, he was still in the state of amnesia, so she could not thank him. Now she always felt that she should thank him in person.

Charlie's Adam's apple bobbed. "You're welcome." "You..." Wendy bit her lip.

Why did he do that?

"What's wrong?" Charlie raised his eyebrows. Wendy opened her mouth, but her words were eventually swallowed by her mouth and tongue. She shook her head and said, "Nothing."

The city night was lit up with neon lights. After driving away from the apartment building, the white Land Rover did not drive directly to the private hospital, but off the viaduct and stopped in front of a restaurant.

Charlie turned off the engine and unfastened his seat belt, but didn't intend to get off the car.

He picked up the thermal lunch box on the codriver's seat and opened the lid. The hot air sprayed on his eyes and ears, and his stomach was stirring.

Taking out the chopsticks, Charlie directly lowered his head and ate in the car.

For a while, the smell of noodles and the sound of sucking noodles filled the car.

Fifteen minutes later, Charlie bent his legs and leaned against the car, with a cigarette in his hand. Every time he put the cigarette to his lips, the smoke would scatter from his mouth and nose, and then it would be blown away by the night wind.

In the restaurant next to the car, a waiter ran out with a thermal lunch box. "Sir, your noodles are ready! It's cooked according to what you said, and there's a slice of corn dog inside!"

"Okay." Charlie threw the cigarette on the ground.

After twisting the cigarette out with his shoe, he picked it up and threw it in the trash, then reached out and took the lunch box.

When the waiter ran back to the restaurant with money, the white Land Rover, which had been parked on the side of the road, also went away.

"Ding!"