Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife novel Chapter 115

Howell lowered his eyes. After hearing Wendy's story, he felt somewhat guilty.

Wendy turned around to get out from Henson's arms.

She then said to Howell, "I'm not saying this to you not for your pity. I just hope you won't hate me for the Nicholson family, for you don't know I also hate them."

"In front of you and Henson, I can promise you not to see Henson again. But I still don't want bear the hatred that shouldn't belong to me. After all, I did nothing bad to you and your family."

Henson's face turned bad. How could this woman still say this to him now?

Was he really of little importance to her?

Howell looked up to see Henson's angry face helplessly. Then after having a look at Wendy, he turned around and left without saying nothing.

 "You can also leave now." Henson said to the Donald.

Donald then left.

Wendy sighed but still did not notice Henson's angry face.

"I'm done eating. And I want to go back home now."

She said to look at Henson.

However, before she could see Henson's expression clearly, Wendy had been tightly hugged by Henson. Then a kiss landed on her lips.

No, it was not a kiss, you may call it as a bite.

He bit her lips hard.

Wendy reached out a hand to thumped his shoulder for pain.

Henson then released her. "Henson, are you losing your mind?" Wendy stomped her feet to shout at him.

"Not see me again? Hmm?"

Wendy moved her gaze away.

"Speak. Do you really mean it?" Henson was in a bad mood.

 "Yes." Wendy lowered her eyes.

Henson kisses came just after she finished the answer.

This time, he punished her harder.

His hands restlessly touched her body up and down.

"Henson, don't do this." Wendy patted Henson.

"Won't see me again?"

Wendy looked at him, unwilling to say the answer.

She knew if the answer was still a 'yes', Henson may go further to show his anger to her.

"Speak."

Henson pinched her chin and raise her head to meet his gaze. "Yes, or no. If you don't answer now, I'll carry you upstairs to my bedroom."

"Henson, I…"

"Yes, or no.

"

Wendy clenched her fists. "No." A wise woman knows when to retreat.

Henson smiled and said, "I thought you would be stubborn to the end."

"What good can I get in that way? And can you release me now? "

Henson lowered his head to kiss Wendy's lips shortly, then he released her.

"Come to eat with me."

"But I want to go home now. I'm tired for the long drive."

"I'll send you home after the meal."

He didn't ask her to stay here; Wendy felt slightly relieved.

After eating, Henson really sent her back home directly.

But when she arrived at the door, she suddenly found her keys were unable to unlock the door anymore.

Wendy tried many times, but to no avail.

Standing with his arms crossed beside Wendy, Henson watched at this for a while, then he took out a key calmly to open the door.

What's going on now? Wendy was helpless to see this.

"Why could your key unlock my house?"

Henson gently patted the doorknob. "Don't you find that this lock is new?"

An answer suddenly dawned on her. "You have changed my lock? This is not my house, you know? I just rented it. Henson, are you crazy? "