Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 341

Hearing this, Gilbert frowned and said, "Charlie, what do you mean?"

"Dad, do you really not understand, or are you pretending not to understand?" Charlie asked.

"Why should I pretend?" Gilbert still looked at Charlie with a frown, and then his eyes almost popped out like he suddenly realized something, "Are you suggesting that I was the one who did something to you?" Charlie's eyes were full of mockery.

Gilbert immediately flew into a rage. He raised his hand and forcefully pushed the teacup out of the table.

The teacup broke into pieces in an instant, and the tea leaves were scattered on the carpet. Charlie looked away from it coldly. "If not, how could I lose my memory? According to the medical record, the injury on the head was not serious!"

"You had a car accident at that time. When I rushed to the hospital, you were sent to the operating room with blood all over your body! As a father, I only hoped that my son could get out of the operating table safe and sound. How could I care about anything else!"

Gilbert was so excited, even his chest was heaving.

It seemed that Gilbert was eager to prove himself, so he pointed to Madge beside him, "Madge, tell Charlie, am I wrong?"

In the confrontation between the father and son, Madge kept her face down and didn't dare to say a word. She clenched her fists tightly.

"Yes, Charlie, you've misunderstood Uncle Hogg!" At this moment, Gilbert looked at her and her heart skipped a beat. She immediately stood up from the armchair and said softly, "Your memory loss is really ar accident. Didn't the doctor also say at that time that there are still many things that cannot be explained medically?"

Charlie's gaze swept over the two of them. "I'll find out the truth."

After that, he strode out of the study without looking back.

The atmosphere in the room instantly froze, along with the looks of the other two.

A few minutes later, a servant knocked on the door carefully and reported, "Old Master, the dinner is ready. It's time to have dinner!"

"I see. You can leave now!" Gilbert, who was standing by the window, raised his hand.

"Yes!" The servant hurriedly turned around.

Madge walked over quickly, looking anxious. "Uncle Hogg, what should we do now?"

"I'm thinking about it." Gilbert pressed the space between his eyebrows.

It seemed that he was caught unprepared by his son's sudden recovery of memory. Before he came to his senses from it, he was still in a noisy mood. "Charlie has recovered his memories, and look at his behavior just now..." Madge's eyes were red, and her voice was choked with sobs due to her panic, "Uncle Hogg, is the marriage between me and Charlie going to change again? You have to help me!" "Madge, don't cry!"

"Uncle Hogg, what should we do!"

"Don't worry, wait a minute! Charlie now knows that I deliberately hid Larry's identity from him, and he is very angry!" Gilbert also sighed with a headache. "More than that, he also suspected that I did something to him to cause his memory loss! Don't worry, no one can change the commercial marriage of the Hogg family and the Gray family. Let's go downstairs and have dinner first!"

How could she still be in the mood to eat? After the driver arrived, Madge went straight out of the villa.

As the door closed, the expression on Madge's face could no longer be concealed. In addition to the haze, there was more panic.

She was really in a panic.

Charlie's regaining his memories was like a bolt from the blue for her. Ever since Wendy's back, she had been worried that her marriage with Charlie would be affected, now it's...

Her hand was trembling that she succeeded in taking her phone out of her bag several times. She found the bottom number hidden on the screen and dialed it out.

When it was picked up by the person on the other end of the line, it did not seem to be the person she was looking for.

Madge's voice became a bit harsh due to her anxiety, "Where's Dr. William? Ask him to pick up the phone!"

After a few seconds of waiting, someone else picked up the phone.

"William!" After hearing the voice, Madge did not care about her own tone and asked, "What did you promise me in the first place! Didn't you say it was foolproof, that he would never remember..." The moonlight was bright outside the window.

Wendy and Emily were sitting in the living room, watching a noisy show on TV while chatting.

Emily took a pillow and couldn't help but repeatedly confirm, "Wendy, is it true that Mr. Hogg has fully recovered his memory?"

"Yes..." Wendy nodded.

"Do you think that's what he and the beast did when they went to the U.S?"

"I don't know..." Wendy shook her head again.

"I think it's very possible!" Emily stroked her chin as if she was speaking something important. "But I think that beast is hiding something from me, and it seems to have something to do with the young master o the Hogg family..."

Wendy laughed. She just thought that Emily was very concerned about Simon, so she didn't care much about it.

As soon as Emily came out of the bathroom, there was a knock on the door. So she went straight to the entrance and opened the door.

"Wendy!"

Soon, Emily ran over and whispered to her, "Mr. Hogg is here!"

Wendy stared blankly at the entrance. A tall and sturdy figure appeared in her line of sight, and his deep and serene eyes also seemed to possess an extraordinarily strong sense of presence. "Why are you here..." Wendy frowned and stood up.

"Larry is in a mood today and hasn't eaten much for dinner, he wanted to eat your noodles, so I came over to ask you to help me cook one!" Charlie walked in barefoot. His black socks were very eyecatching. He handed over the bag in his hand.

There were noodles, eggs, and yellow-wrapped corn dog in the bag.

"Larry is still expecting it in the hospital." Charlie emphasized.

When she thought of Larry's adorable little face, she nodded in agreement. "Then just wait a minute!"

Wendy took the bag and walked silently to the kitchen. The sound of the kitchen ventilator soon buzzed.

The water in the pot boiled. Just as she picked up the noodles and was about to put them in, a quiet voice came from the door.

"Cook a it more."

Seeing the puzzled look on her face, Charlie added, "Larry has been eating a lot these past two days." "Okay." Wendy nodded.

She loosened her grip on the noodles and grabbed another handful. Looking at the noodles rolling in the pot, she hesitated for two seconds and put all the rest of the noodles in it.

The next step was to wait for the noodles to be cooked, and Wendy stirred it with chopsticks from time to time.

When she turned her face inadvertently, she saw Charlie still standing at the door, and his eyes seemed to be glued to her body.

Wendy held her breath and lowered her head hurriedly.

After a while, the oppressive gaze was still there. She felt that the muscles all over her body were stiff, and she couldn't help looking over again. Under the light, the two pair of eyes met, but this time Charlie withdrew his gaze first.