Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife novel Chapter 122

Wendy was displeased to say stubbornly. "Who said I was jealous? I am not jealous and not that bored."

Henson leaned on the kitchen door to see her. "Do you want the signed autographs or not? If you do, then go to change your clothes."

Henson found Wendy was really like to go against with him. She must be the only one who liked to this most.

Wendy really didn’t like to beg for Henson's help.

But she had no choice. She turned around to change a new dress.

Her clothes were all very conservative.

But her good figure could be easy found through such tight dresses.

Sometimes Henson wanted Wendy to dress up beautifully.

But most of the time, he only wanted to hide Wendy from the public. Her good figure only belonged to him.

"Why are you looking at me in such a wired way?" Wendy frowned.

Henson did not answer her question and turned around. "Let's go."

Henson drove the car to the Mansion Club.

This was Wendy's first time to come to such a luxurious place.

When they went into the hall, she was attracted by its splendid design styles.

Without doubt, everything would be very expensive here.

She followed Henson to go upstairs and get into a private room.

"Mr. Charles, please wait here for a moment. I will go and invite our boss." The waiter respectfully said to him.

"Elizabeth is the boss of here?"

Henson did not say a word but just smiled to her.

Wendy pursed her lips. He were always so secretive.

But she stopped asking too.

Not long after the waiter leave, more waiters came in and brought them some snacks, fruits and a bottle of red wine.

The waiter poured two glasses of wine for them.

Henson gave one to her.

"No, I don't drink." Wendy waved her hands.

"Go make some juice for her." Henson did not insist and made an new order to the waiter.

Henson still remembered she liked juice.

Wendy pursed her lips and smiled.

At the same time, a handsome man in a polo shirt walked into the room.

Seeing Wendy was with Henson, he couldn't help but take a few more glances at her. He sat down and naturally crossed his legs to look at Henson.

"Rare to see you with a companion here."

Henson naturally placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Let me introduce you that this is the Miss Evans I mentioned before."

 "I guess that." The man smiled elegantly.

Henson looked at Wendy and introduced, "This is my friend. You must have heard his name before, Moishe, the giant in domestic film and television industry."

Sure, Wendy had heard his name. Judy was an expert in this.

Moishe, one of the Four Young Masters in  San Diego. It's heard that he had many women but never got a girlfriend. 

Someone said that he was a gay.

Otherwise, how could you explain that he was still single?

Thinking of gay, she could not help but turn to have a look at Henson.

"Miss Evans, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you."

The waiter knocked on the door to bring the fruit juice to Wendy.

"You don’t drink alcohol?" asked Moishe with surprise.

"No, I don’t."

Henson laughed for her answer.