Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 453

Instead of addressing her physical needs, she unscrewed the faucet, buried her head in the sink, and kept rinsing her face with cool water to make herself look more refreshed. She did not look up until her slightly red nose and eyes were normal.

She can't cry!

And she can't let Charlie worry about her anymore...

Wendy wiped the water off her face with a tissue and practiced a big smile on her face in front of the mirror.

When she came out of the bathroom, the people outside noticed that she had combed her hair again. Her hair was damp and stained with some water drops, but her eyes were particularly bright. Wendy nodded at Donna, who was looking at her with concern in the eyes, and then said to the officer, "I'm ready!"

The officer nodded, and then turned around and led her inside.

They stopped in front of a room, and the officer told her, "There will be our staff present when you meet. The conversation is open. Attention, it's only 15 minutes. Hurry up!"

"Yes..." Wendy nodded.

The door was locked from the outside. After the guard opened the door, she saw Charlie inside.

The heart felt like it had been weighed down by a scale.

The room was very dark, with only a white light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Below it was an empty black table. Charlie sat on the chair with a frown. His eyes were deep and serene, and he was silent and quiet.

When he heard the sound of the door opening, he was looking up slowly.

He was wearing his usual black suit, and his tie was still tied meticulously, and there was not much expression on his face. He looked calm as if nothing had happened, and he seemed to be sitting on the high back chair in the office.

Seeing him like this, Wendy calmed down a lot.

She knew that no matter when and where her man was, he was the most dazzling one. Even at this moment, he might be trapped in a dilemma, but he was still calm and composed, and the calm aura around him was still very strong.

What she didn't know was that Charlie actually breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

At first, he was worried that she would be so scared that her face was wet with tears. He didn't expect that she could be so calm.

Charlie silently raised the corner of his mouth.

Wendy pulled out a chair and sat down opposite him. She moved the corner of her mouth with all her strength. "Charlie..."

Just by calling his name, she almost choked with sobs.

The white light bulbs on the top of her head shone on her face from above. They were facing each other across the table and hadn't taken their eyes off each other since she entered the door.

Fifteen minutes...

She finally understood the value of time. It was only fifteen minutes!

Wendy raised her hand and stretched out across the table toward him.

Charlie's thick eyebrows knitted together. There seemed to be a moment of hesitation in his eyes. He picked up the hand under the table. At the same time, there was a clear sound of metal colliding. There was a cold pair of handcuffs between his wrists.

The silvery-white light was more glaring than the light on top of her head, piercing straight into her hearts.

Wendy held her breath and went forward to hook his hand.

Almost at the moment when they touched each other, they held each other tightly, so inseparable.

Charlie wrapped her fingers as if he was giving her strength. He twitched his lips and asked, "Are you scared?"

"No!" Wendy shook her head without hesitation.

Even though he was currently being cuffed in cold handcuffs, she could still ignore that. All she could do was hold on tightly to his hands.

His palm was as dry and warm as ever. With some strength, she could feel the lines on his injured left hand. There was no sign of sweat at all, which showed that he was really calm and fearless. Charlie raised his eyebrows and saw that she was not pretending to comfort him. There was even a smile on her face.

A burst of deep and low laughter came from his thin lips, "Good for you."

If it was usual, he said that in such a gratifying tone, Wendy would certainly have complained a little in her heart.

It felt like he's talking to his daughter and his daughter finally got it...

At this time, she just looked at him with loving eyes and said, "Charlie, are you all right?"

"I'm fine." Charlie replied in a quiet voice.

"That's good!" Wendy nodded.

"Larry will be so happy to sleep with you at night!" Charlie snorted as usual and then looked up at her. His calm voice was mixed with suppressed emotions. "You have to be good like when I'm with you, sleep well, and eat well, okay?"

"I know..." Wendy nodded once again.

She swallowed hard, swallowed all the bitterness in her nose, and said softly and firmly, "I believe you! You will be fine, and, even if something happens to you, don't be afraid. I told you that I will be with you all the time. No matter how long it takes, I can wait!"

Charlie's heart throbbed with pain, but it was soon filled with searing heat.

Although she did not express it clearly, he understood. What she wanted to tell him was that even if he was really in prison, she would wait for him to come out and stayed with him for the rest of her life.

The officer had already stated in advance, so the room was not only the two of them, in the corner also stood the police officer who was on guard, monitoring them and listening to their whole conversation. "Charlie, I want to hug you!"

But even so, Wendy still said so.

Charlie stood up from his chair and said in a deep voice, "Come here!"

Wendy bypassed the table and walked up to him. Due to the fact that he was confined by handcuffs, she lowered her head and drilled into his arms from a gap, her hands tightly wrapped around his waist. She buried her face in his sturdy chest, as if she wasn't in the police station, but in the bedroom at home.

It was like every morning, and every night.

Wendy stopped talking, embraced him quietly, and listened to his heartbeat.

"Time's up!" The police officer held his watch.

Wendy didn't have a choice, no matter how much she didn't want to leave Charlie's embrace, she still had to leave. She looked into his deep dark eyes, and felt her hand tightly grasped by him. He held it hard, let it go, and then took his hand back.

The door had been opened, and she kept looking back as she headed out. "Wait for me at home."

The moment she took the first step, she heard Charlie's calm voice behind her.

Wendy smiled at him shyly and nodded gently. "Okay, I'm still waiting to give you a daughter!"

When Charlie heard this, the smile on the corner of his lips finally reached the bottom of his eyes.

The door to the room was closed and locked again. The police who guarded the room stood at the door again, but his curious eyes couldn't help but rest on her.

He had been enforcing the law for many years. In this kind of situation, other people came in to visit their families all cried all the time, but the woman in front of him was an exception. She had never stopped smiling once she entered the door. Until now, she still kept smiling.

The thought of them hugging like nobody's there made the officer sad inside.

He envied them...