Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife

Chapter 18 The hero saved his beauty.

On Saturday, after studying with Howell in the morning, she went to another student's home to teach

him in the afternoon.

Just walking out of the student's house, Donald called her and asked when she would be back to have

the dinner.

She check the clock and said, "Thanks, but I won't be going back to eat tonight."

Looking at Henson at the dining table, Donald kept his asking, "That … When will you be back? Do you

need me to send a car for you? " Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"No, thank you. I have to work late today. And I'll go back by myself."

After hanging up the phone, Donald looked to Henson to report. "Mr. Charles. Miss Evans still has work

to do, and won't be back until late."

Henson crossed his arms and sat silent for a moment. Then he ordered, "To find out where she is

working now."

He wanted to confirm that this woman was not trying to avoid him.

9 PM. in the Nighttime Bar.

Wendy was dressed in a well-fitting overall. She shuttled among the crowd to get orders, serve drinks

swiftly.

Among the crowd, she was still eye-catching.

She had a tall ponytail, a pretty face and a slender figure. Even though she was wearing an ugly

uniform, people could still see her at first glance.

And due to this, she was often stopped by unruly guests to ask how much it would be for her special

service. Just like what was happening right now.

As usual, she wore the same fake smile and explained to him.

"Sorry, sir. I'm just an common waiter here."

"Pfft. Don’t pretend innocent. You are mine tonight."

"Then... Sir, I'm afraid you will have to change your sex first. "

"What do you mean?" The young guest glared at her, "You are saying I am impotent?"

Her smile was still kind as before, "No, I'm telling you that I like women."

The man was stunned for a second.

Usually, the client would have shaken her hand off in disgust at hearing this.

But this time, she got a special guest.

He pulled her forward directly.

And Wendy stumbled to fall into the soft sofa.

Wendy stood up, but the man blocking her way.

"But I become more interested in you now. I haven't slept with a lesbian before. And maybe I can start

with you today."

People were walking by, but no one came near to help her.

It seemed this kind of thing was so normal here.

The man walked up and surrounded her within the sofa. His eyes were filled with ardor. "My young

lady. You are unlucky to meet me today. But you shouldn't offend the powerful people."

He stepped forward, trying to kiss her.

Seeing this, she slapped him quickly.

Then she infuriate him completely.

The man was trying to slap back, but suddenly his wrist was grabbed by someone behind.

The man was enraged to turned his head around. He shouted, "Who dares to risk his life …"

But before he could finish his speech as fist went with force into his face.

He fell to the ground to clutch his aching chin.

Then he was dragged out by some strong men directly.

Wendy was lying on the sofa. Looking at the angry Henson, she was stunned.

Henson raised his eyebrows, "So are you going to ask me why I'm here again?"

She came back to her sense and stood up. Yes, she was surprised to see him here.

Henson looked at her carefully with arms crossed.

After full ten seconds, he reached out two fingers to poke her head lightly.

"I find that Miss Evans has become more and more mysterious."