Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife novel Chapter 108

Julia was still playing innocent. "Mr. Charles, I'm sorry. Maybe I... shouldn't come here. "

"Enough, you can get out now." Wendy shouted to Julia before Henson could make any reply.

Julia sighed to stand up and continue her acting, "Wendy, I know you do not like to see me. But… we are a family."

"Just leave."

Julia sighed to walk out.

"Oh, by the way," Wendy said as she just opened the door, "I met Mr. Tatum the day before yesterday. And he asked me why you didn't answer his phone at all recently. He also promised that he would change if he had done something wrong. He is still waiting for your all. Wendy, you're just too stubborn. If you don't like him, you should reject him directly. Don't make him think that you still like him, understand?"

She actually did not care to get a reply from Wendy. So she just nodded at Henson and left after saying that.

Julia raised a eyebrow as she went out of the room.

Henson knew Wendy's identity, while Howell did not.

So this meant Henson could date with a Nicholson. Good news to her!

So Mr. Charles would not care her identity as a Nicholson either.

In conclusion, she would still have a chance as long as she could beat Wendy.

What a good news to her.

The waiter came in to serve the meal for them.

After sitting for a while, Wendy stood up with a lowered head and said, "I am leaving first."

"Where're you going?" 

"Home." Wendy was so tired that she almost did not want to answer that.  

"Which home? "

Wendy suddenly felt irritated. "What do you mean? You said I was not a Nicholson to you before. Then why do you ask me this?"

"I am just afraid that you will come to the Nicholson family to get revenge."

This answer was out of Wendy's expectations. "No, I'm not that bored. They can't hurt me by this."

But after saying that, she still picked up her bag to leave.

Henson hurried to take her wrist.

Wendy lowered her head to stare at him.

"The gooseberries have left. We can have a candlelit dinner together. After that, I'll send you back." said Henson with a good smile.

"I have no appetite at all."

"Because of Julia Nicholson? Do you need me to you get revenge to vent the anger? "

"Don't be so reckless.

" Wendy frowned. 

"Then sit down please, We three came here togehter. But just a few minutes later, you all want to leave. What's the point to having the dinner alone?"

Wendy sitting down again, Henson gave her a glass of red wine. "How about having a drink?"

"No." Wendy firmly shook her head. 

"Don't worry, you can just have a taste, and don't need to drink them up. I won't make you drunk. After all, you will be so crazy after getting drunk."

Wendy hesitated for a second before accepting the glass. Then she got it in hand, but still did not drink it at all.

Henson naturally rubbed the top of her head, hoping to erase the creases among her eyebrows.

"Such a young lady from the Nicholson family could you beat you down now?"

"No, it's not her."

"Howell, right?"

Wendy's heart tightened. Yes… She felt very sad.

"He doesn't know your true story, so you don't need to care too much about his words."

"But, in his eyes, I'm still a Nicholson."

Howell was always very polite and kind to her. But after he knew her identity just now, his eyes immediately turned icy to her.

She felt she hurt Howell.

Henson took a sip of the red wine and found Wendy was in depression. "Looks like our Miss Evans needs some comfort now."