Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife

Chapter 25 Haven't see such a big dinner.

At 6 pm, Wendy was taken to the hotel.

The secretary spoke with someone on the phone. Then she got off the car to open the door for Wendy,

"Miss Evans, you can go into the party now."

She carefully got out from the car with the high heels.

After she just stood still, she looked up to see a pair of stunning eyes.

That was Henson who just spoke with the secretary. He was also just got out from the car in front of

her. After he went a few steps, he saw Wendy.

Wendy liked wearing T-shirts, jeans and sneakers like an ordinary college student.

Last time when he saw her in the gown he prepared, he had been shocked by her beauty.

And this time … He really believed she chose the wrong clothes fro herself everyday.

She hid all her beauty with those casual clothes.

A lot of men was looking back at her on the road. Henson came back to his senses and walked to her

with a cold face.

Wendy was a little awkward. When she saw he was looking at her, she naturally covered her chest."

"Look strange, right?"

Wendy looked beautiful, but he didn't feel happy about it at all.

It exposed too much skin of her.

Although he had seen more and knew what a beautiful figure she had got. He still felt some

unexplained unhappiness.

"This dress isn't suitable to you."

Wendy pursed her mouth for hi words. Why was so mean to her?

Henson stretched out his arm, "Hold it."

She was unhappy but still put her arm around his and followed him. "Can you walk slower? This is my

first time to wear this kind of high heels. They are too high and thin for me. Besides the carpet is also

too soft, I feel like I am going to fall at any time."

"Then why do you wear it?".

"Your secretary picked them for me for you asked her to dress me up." NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

He twisted his head and looked at her, "It turn out that you don't look beautiful at all."

"I already know it, so please stop."

She was a little angry. Why did she have to come here to be made fun of?

He took her to the third floor. At the entrance of the hall, he registered their names and leaded Wendy

in.

When they appeared, they attracted the gazes of all the audience.

The cliche like "a perfect match" couldn’t be enough to describe them.

He looked around at the amazed gaze from different men. A growing upset at heart almost made him

to take off his suit to hide her.

And Wendy was scared by their gaze, "No… Isn't it supposed to be a normal dinner? Why are there so

many people here? "

"This is my normal dinner."

He continued his steps, but Wendy went weak at the knees so that she was staggered a bit by him.

He asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I've joined such a big dinner before, " she said awkwardly. So she tightly wrapped around his

arm.

He curled his lips for her words, wanting to have a laugh.

It was so natural for her to say everything.

Henson said, "Cover your chest, or your fresh is about to come out."

She squinted at him for his ridicule.

Yet she still moved the handbag to her chest naturally.

They only took a few steps. When he was about to get some wine, Wendy suddenly stopped.

She tighten her grip on his arm. Tighter and tighter, her grip made him feel painful.

He looked at her only to find she was staring ahead at someone on the left side. He followed her gaze.

Sitting in a wheelchair, the CEO of the Nicholson Group, Ken was talking with someone.