Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife

Chapter 122 I am not jealous.

Wendy was displeased to say stubbornly. "Who said I was jealous? I am not jealous and not that

bored."

Henson leaned on the kitchen door to see her. "Do you want the signed autographs or not? If you do,

then go to change your clothes."

Henson found Wendy was really like to go against with him. She must be the only one who liked to this

most.

Wendy really didn’t like to beg for Henson's help.

But she had no choice. She turned around to change a new dress.

Her clothes were all very conservative.

But her good figure could be easy found through such tight dresses.

Sometimes Henson wanted Wendy to dress up beautifully.

But most of the time, he only wanted to hide Wendy from the public. Her good figure only belonged to

him.

"Why are you looking at me in such a wired way?" Wendy frowned.

Henson did not answer her question and turned around. "Let's go."

Henson drove the car to the Mansion Club.

This was Wendy's first time to come to such a luxurious place.

When they went into the hall, she was attracted by its splendid design styles.

Without doubt, everything would be very expensive here.

She followed Henson to go upstairs and get into a private room.

"Mr. Charles, please wait here for a moment. I will go and invite our boss." The waiter respectfully said

to him.

"Elizabeth is the boss of here?"

Henson did not say a word but just smiled to her.

Wendy pursed her lips. He were always so secretive.

But she stopped asking too.

Not long after the waiter leave, more waiters came in and brought them some snacks, fruits and a

bottle of red wine.

The waiter poured two glasses of wine for them.

Henson gave one to her.

"No, I don't drink." Wendy waved her hands.

"Go make some juice for her." Henson did not insist and made an new order to the waiter.

Henson still remembered she liked juice.

Wendy pursed her lips and smiled.

At the same time, a handsome man in a polo shirt walked into the room.

Seeing Wendy was with Henson, he couldn't help but take a few more glances at her. He sat down and

naturally crossed his legs to look at Henson.

"Rare to see you with a companion here."

Henson naturally placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Let me introduce you that this is the Miss Evans I mentioned before."

"I guess that." The man smiled elegantly.

Henson looked at Wendy and introduced, "This is my friend. You must have heard his name

before, Moishe, the giant in domestic film and television industry."

Sure, Wendy had heard his name. Judy was an expert in this.

Moishe, one of the Four Young Masters in San Diego. It's heard that he had many women but never

got a girlfriend.

Someone said that he was a gay.

Otherwise, how could you explain that he was still single?

Thinking of gay, she could not help but turn to have a look at Henson.

"Miss Evans, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you."

The waiter knocked on the door to bring the fruit juice to Wendy.

"You don’t drink alcohol?" asked Moishe with surprise.

"No, I don’t."

Henson laughed for her answer.

Wendy looked at him and pouted.

She really would not drink alcohol, okay?

But when would Elizabeth come?

Didn’t he say that they would meet in one hour?

Was this a silent rule for the stars to be late?

Moishe saw that they were flirting with eyes and smiled.

"Henson, why do you ask me to have a drink now? Not just for fun, right?"

"Miss Evans needs about 20 signed photos of Elizabeth for her students."

Henson said and shook his glass. "If I ask these directly form her, I'm afraid Miss Evans will be more

jealous about her." Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

"I'm not jealous," Wendy still retorted.

Moishe took out his cell phone and made a call immediately. "Go to find Elizabeth to sign 20 photos

and bring them to Mr. Charles’s house."

Moishe then hung up the phone and said, "Yes, it is better for me to do such a thing."

So… Henson called Moishe before, not Elizabeth?

Somehow she felt a bit happy. Picking up the juice, she started to have a good taste of it.

"Where's Moonie?" Henson asked Moishe.

"At home.

"

"Has she behaved herself lately?"

"What do you think?" Moishe asked him in reply.

"Heh, it's normal for her to be rebellious. She and Howell are too young."

"Rebellious? I think she just wants to break free from me. Yesterday, she even asked Mason to

persuade me about her living at school."

"Then what happened next?" Henson crossed his legs as he listened to him with interest.

"What do you think?"

"Mason advised her to give up, right?"

Moishe smiled as a yes to him.

Henson shook his head and laughed. "Such a stupid girl. She probably doesn't know that you have

already regarded her as your private thing now."

"Otherwise, why would I raise her up?" Moishe just shook his glass but did not drink the wine at all.

Wendy felt a bit bored for she knew nothing about their talk.

Henson knew Wendy might have been bored now. So just about ten minutes later, Henson took Wendy

to leave the club.

"Drive me home first, then you can take Henson back home." Wendy ordered the driver of the club.

"We can go back together to your home."

"Staying at my place again? It is not a luxury hotel, okay?"

"It's indeed not luxurious enough. But you are there."

Wendy felt warm at heart and a little shy.

Why she was shy… It was probably because she recalled the scene of last night when they hugged to

sleep.

"By the way, why hasn't you told me that Gorman is also working at the school with you?"

Henson's words made Wendy feel guilty, "I thought you had already known that."

"How would I know that?" Henson seemed to have seen through her guilt.

"I thought the headmaster would tell you."

"You're so close to me, but you still didn't tell me about him. Then why would she tell me the

whereabouts of her son?"

Wendy pursed her lips but didn't say a word.

Seeing Wendy falling into silence, Henson thought wild.

He felt a little displeased. "What? You still like him,right?"

"No at all." Wendy turned her head to glare at Henson.

"Then why not tell me about him?"

"Because I don't want to cause trouble anymore. If you knew Gorman also worked at the school, you

would probably think much about that, right? It's not like you and the Taylor family have any old big

grudges before. Then why I have to make you target the Taylor family for me? Furthermore, he and me

are just strangers now. His business has nothing to do with me. So is his work place."

Henson sized Wendy up to find if she was saying the truth. "Then tell me, who is more important to

you now in your heart? Me or him?" lightnoveldaily.com