Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife

Chapter 133 Mr. Charles has treated you really very well.

Wendy got a seat at the back of the bus. On the way to school, a girl in siting on the front seat was

reading a news. Wendy happened to notice that it's a clarification letter from the Charles Group about

the rumors between Henson and Elizabeth.

Then the corner of Wendy's lips lifted a little quietly as she turned to look outside of the window.

Just now, at the coffee shop, Avril suddenly asked Wendy before they part, "Wendy, why do you help

me?"

Wendy just made a faint smile to her and did not answer the question at that time.

But at heart, Wendy clearly knew the answer was her mother. She didn't want to see Avril becoming

the second Elizabeth Evans.

Everyone should live for themselves. But her mother and Avril seemed to have lived for others.

They could sacrifice their bodies for others.

They could ignore their true feelings for others.

They could endure inhuman humiliation for others.

You could argued that they did all these for their closest family. But you could not deny that they had

failed to live a normal for themselves at the same time.

There were too many ways to protect their family. Wendy did not want Avril kept making mistakes like

her mother anymore. She did not want Avril ended up her life with regrets at last.

After work, Henson's driver picked Wendy up. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

At first, Wendy thought they would go back to the villa.

But after the driver made a different turn to a strange road, Wendy asked curiously, "Where are we

going now?"

"Miss Evans, I just got an order to bring you to C Studio."

"C Studio?" Wendy remembered Henson had taken her to the place before. It's a make-up room. And

Henson even mocked her dress-up there.

But the driver didn't knew much, so she stopped her questions.

When they just arrived, the owner of the studio came out personally to lead her way.

Wendy entered the room but did not find Henson.

"Miss Evans, please take a seat first. We have prepared the dress for you. Now I will have people do

your makeup. Then you can go to the banquet in no time."

What banquet?

Wendy was pressed down to sit on the chair. She took out her phone and called Henson immediately.

When the phone got through, Wendy asked, "Henson Charles. What the hell are you doing? What's the

banquet?"

"A small gathering organized by my friend's grandpa. You'd better dress up."

Don’t you think you should discuss it with me in advance?"

"But the result won't change at all, even if we have a discussion. If you say yes, then that's good. But if

you say no, I can make you change it into a yes, so in the end, you will still come, right?"

Wendy pursed her lips and said, "You are so annoying."

She then hung up.

The owner of this studio was taken aback by Wendy's casual way to speak with Henson.

He has not seen anyone who had spoken to Mr. Charles in such a way.

He had never heard anyone calling Mr. Charles by his full name before.

It seemed that she's also somebody. He had to be more careful with her.

Thinking of this, he personally went to get the finest cheongsam with different embroidered peonies on

it.

"Miss Evans, Mr. Charles chose this cheongsam for you."

"Him?" Wendy was a little surprised to know this. "You mean he came here before for this dress?"

"Last time when you came here, Mr. Charles booked this cheongsam from us. This's from the most

famous French designer in our country. We just received it half a month ago. We then kept it in the

glass cabinet for you until now."

"We all know Mr. Charles has a very good taste. During the past half month, countless famous and rich

ladies had asked about the cheongsam and wanted to buy it. But this's a handmade cheongsam from

the most famous designer, who would only make a cheongsam at a time with a flower design. So they

all could only get envy with you and leave with regrets. We must say that Mr. Charles has treated you

really very well."

Wendy frowned at this cheongsam.

Last time she was mocked by Henson for her choice on the dress for the whole party.

So this time, he directly ordered a dark-colored granny cheongsam for her?

He must be playing fun with her again. What a crazy man.

"I don't like this one," said Wendy calmly as she shook her head to him.

"Why not? Miss Evans. Mr. Charles specially chose this cheongsam for you. If you do not wear it, I will

get big trouble."

"You don't need to exaggerate the result. He wasn't that bored."

"Yes. I can promise you that I was saying the truth. This's his exact words from the call just now."

Wendy was speechless. What did he want to do? He had mocked her last time. Why did he do this

again?"

"Miss Evans, this cheongsam will look perfect on you. It's so compatible with your temperament. It

would be a pity if you don't wear it tonight."

Was this boss satirizing her now? She looked that old to him now?

But his pitiful appearance made Wendy felt sorry.

She then stood up and got the cheongsam.

"Fine. I'll go change."

Before Wendy walked out of the changing room, she fell into a trance for herself in the mirror for a

moment. Surprisingly, she looked not bad at all in this.

"I dare guarantee it that not a single woman in this city can be more elegant and dignified than you in

this cheongsam. Others may look too old or mature in this cheongsam. But you are so stylish and

classy in it, looking like a noble lady from the royal family. Mr. Charles's taste is so good. "

Wendy's mouth slightly curled up.

This shop owner really knew how to talk to make people happy.

After a long drive, the driver took Wendy to a classic villa on the feet of a mountain.

Henson had not arrived yet, she waiting in the car for him.

A few minutes later, somebody knocked on the window of the car and then opened the door for her.

Wendy turned around to see Henson.

Wendy just got out of the car. Henson's gaze like a scanner immediately swept her body, making her

feel very uncomfortable.

Wendy frowned and said unhappily, "Why are you looking at?"

Henson came close and whisper to her, "I really want to hide you from others."

Wendy had good curves. No matter she wore, she still look so beautiful.

Wendy slanted at him. "You picked this. You can stop trying to blame it on me."

Henson tapped Wendy's forehead gently with his fingers, "What are you thinking now. I'm just praising

you."

"You chose it. So even if it looks ugly, you will have to praise me, right?"

"Why do you have no confidence in yourself? You really look very dignified in it."

Seeing his praises in the eyes, Wendy blushed, "Where are we now?"

Henson hugged Wendy's waist to make her get closer to him, "This is the house of my friend's

grandpa. He is my bro, Peter Burke's grandfather. He had fought for the country before. He was a great

authority and even the highest-ranking general here."

Great admiration arouse in Wendy's heart immediately.

Henson went to ring the doorbell. An old butler came out to lead them into the villa.

After the long winding stone steps, they arrived at a courtyard.

A dozen of people had been there already, chatting and drinking happily.

Before Wendy could find out the host here, Wendy had seen Ken and his family first.

How could they be here? Wendy did not expect to them here. lightnoveldaily.com