Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife

Chapter 15 You make me hungry.

Wendy's mind went blank for a moment. How... How did it happen just after their discussion?

She looked back but Henson didn't even move an inch.

She looked at him with great fear, "What should we do now? I stepped on the brakes wrongly."

"So, why did you do that?"

"Because you scared me and I lost my mind."

"Sleeping with me was a threat? When you pounced at me that night, have you ever thought you might

scare me? "

She was speechless, "Can we focus on the car accident and stop that topic now? What should I say to

him after I get off?"

"He didn't keep a safe distance, so he also need to be responsible for the accident. And he is probably

more scared than you."

"Why?"

"Because he can't afford this car. Just stay inside the car."

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Henson got off and walked to the car behind.

She looked back to find that these two man was having a small talk.

Then Henson took out some money from his wallet to the man. And the man just accepted it easily and

got into his own car.

It only took Henson less than three minutes to solve the problem.

She asked anxiously, "So you paid him some money?"

"Yes. And it's on your account. You can pay me later. Now just drive your car."

She was speechless, "Why are you still asking me to drive?"

"Since you are have to pay the money to fix my car, then why not take advantage of this chance to

drive back home with ease? One more crash will not change anything. So let's go."

She was almost cried out. Why did he comfort her in this unhappy way?

She drove the car back to the entrance of the villa shakily. She felt that her entire body stiffen for

pressure.

Henson looked at her and curled his lips. He opened the car and get out.

She felt her legs go soft after she got off from the car.

He took a meaningful at her and walked into the villa with a smile.

Donald came out to receive him. Seeing that Wendy was behind, he said hurriedly, "Mr. Charles. We

have arranged a room in the fourth young master's residence for Miss Evans. It was on the first floor."

Henson stood still, looking at him.

Donald was puzzled for his actions. "Sir, do you have any other orders?"

"Howell is about to take SAT. I think an extra people in his house will affect him."

"Ye... Yes. " Donald instantly knew what he meant and nodded his head to him.

Henson turned around to walk. But he still making an order, "Arrange a room here for her l, and I can

make do with it for a month."

"Yes, I'll have someone to clean up the room."

Wendy was still standing by the car unhappily. What did he mean by "make do with"?

She didn’t want to stay with him at all either.

"Besides, have this car fixed tomorrow. Then you can bring the fee receipt to Miss Evans."

"Yes."

Wendy pursed her mouth. The capitalist would really drain your blood if he had the chance.

Donald kindly invited her in.

This was her first time to see Henson's residence.

Generally It was the European style, and it looked bright and comfortable.

After leading her to her room by the stairs, Donald left.

But soon, Donald returned and knocked on the door. He took several sets of clothes to her.

Yes, several sets.

These cloths are all new with tags on it.

She accepted them and thanked Donald.

She thought she wouldn't be able to have a good sleep in a strange place, but to her surprise, indeed

she slept exceptionally well.

The alarm went off in the morning. She woke up and felt refreshed.

After she finished her cleaning and went out o her room, she happened to meet Henson going

downstairs too.

Because her room was facing to the stairs, so they bumped into each other.

A slight awkwardness showed up on her face, "Mr. Charles, good morning."

He raised his eyebrows to look her up and down.

"Hmm. You make me hungry today."

She was confused for his words.

He charmingly smiled, "I mean, you look sexy in this outfit."

She pursed her lip and thought… No, this was not your true meaning.