Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 462

Wendy's nose was sore, but the corners of her mouth curled up in a larger and larger arc.

She held his hand tightly, and she finally could feel him. She looked up at his deep eyes and said, "Charlie, you go upstairs to take a bath first and wash away all the bad luck and other things. I'm cooking noodles for you. You can eat them when you're done!"

The older generation would always say that someone should wash away the bad luck in his body after something bad happened to him.

There was no difference from every time she invited him into the house after work.

Charlie's Adam's apple bobbed. "Hum."

Larry heard the noise and ran down from the upstairs. He had not seen his father for many days and was shouting excitedly.

"Daddy ... "

Charlie bent over and held his son who was rushing towards him.

Wendy touched Larry's little face and said, "Sweetie, I didn't lie to you, right? Your Daddy will come back!"

"Yes!" Larry happily nodded his head.

Farr had finished his job. He rushed back to the company without staying for too long. However, Aunt Lee could not help but secretly wipe her eyes, still, she was very happy. When Charlie came out with a bath towel after showering, Wendy had cooked noodles and brought them to the bedroom. The aroma of hot noodles lingered in the room.

As soon as he walked over, she handed him a pair of chopsticks.

Charlie didn't say anything. He pulled out a chair and sat at the table. He buried his head and gobbled up the noodles.

Wendy was sitting next to him, supporting half of her face with her hand. Her eyes were fixed on Charlie as if she couldn't see enough. "Charlie, eat slowly!" Wendy said to Charlie with a soft voice.

She knew that he would not be able to eat well when he stayed in that kind of place.

She didn't prepare a sumptuous meal but simply cooked a bowl of noodles for him, but in the days he was in the police station, what he wanted most was the noodles she cooked.

Charlie picked up his bowl, drank up all the noodle soup, and then put down his chopsticks.

Aunt Lee knocked on the door, came in to clean up and left. He pulled her up from the chair, walked straight to the bed and sat down, then cupped her chin, "Come here. Let me see your wound!"

Wendy subconsciously dodged, "WellI I just accidentally fell ... "

Yesterday, she had fallen from a horse in Hong Kong. Although her bones had not been broken, there were still some bruises and scrapes, especially on her forehead. She replaced the gauze on it with a band-aid, and had deliberately put down 1-)

her hair to cover it. She did not expect him to observe it so carefully.

Charlie tore all the band-aid apart and saw a few cuts on her tender skin. His heart tightened.

Fortunately, the wound was not deep. If it had recovered, it would not leave a scar.

After reapplying the band-aid, Charlie still did not make a sound, but lifted her arm again and rolled up her long sleeve bit by bit. He was very careful, and the wound on her elbow and arm couldn't be hidden anymore.

Seeing this, Wendy whispered, "Did you know all about it?"

"Then you still want to hide it from me?" Charlie looked up.

Wendy shook her head.

She really didn't, but she didn't want to tell him now that she didn't want him to worry about her as soon as he came out.

Wendy looked puzzled. She had just arrived home last night, and even did not have the chance to tell Donna, "Well, how did you know?"