Boomerang Love

Cha

Chapter 143

Naomi looked back quickly. “I’m here, Charles.”

Her voice was gentle as if she was talking to a newborn baby. Naomi saying his name had brought tears to his eyes.

He had not heard someone call his name in such a long time. Ever since his mother passed, no one called him Charles. Indeed, no one would ever call him by his full name again even when they got mad.

His family called him a short–lived brat born to a short–lived mother. Some addressed him as a short–lived scoundrel. They also called him “that half–alive thing“.

Eventually, when he escaped, the nicer people in the family called him “kid“. But most of them referred to him as a son of a bitch and bastard child.

I

He stared at Naomi with red–rimmed eyes. He said, “Ms. I checked the constitution before I killed them. Don’t get your hopes up, and don’t overwork yourself on this case. I’m scared you’ll be disappointed.”

Ever since his mom was beaten to death, he had never known warmth nor how it felt to be treated with kindness.

In contrast, after he had killed them and gotten caught, the police and the guards in jail did not look down on him like how others did, nor did they hate him. Instead, they showed concern for him.

She was extremely nice to him. No one hoped that he

result, he got scared too. He was terrified that if he failed to survive,

and said, “How would we know without trying? At least we’re not going to leave any regrets

“Thank you, Ms. Goodwin.”

least I

Naomi brought for him. His cuffed hands

the box were his

had told her that he thought egg tarts and biscuits were the most delicious things in the world. Hence,

filled with tears as he bit into a biscuit. He thought of how Naomi told him that he would have the chance to eat things

he wouldn’t have too much of an

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thing he felt attached to, it would be his fear that Naomi

this case.

the guards didn’t make Charles return

the food before taking

and got into Ronald’s

“You’re feeling sad? That’s not the Naomi

seldom get melancholic over

her hair again. “I

pushed his hand away in disdain. “Go entertain yourself somewhere

that she hadn’t