Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife novel Chapter 13

 Her face froze at seeing her eyes.

Wendy turned her head to another side to wipe away the tears and stood up.

"Mr. Charles, why are you here?" She pretended calm as if nothing had happened.

"Is it your catchphrase?"

She was confused for his words for a while. But then she realized she had asked him this questions for many times.

She was embarrassed and scratched her forehead. "Well, I just don't expect to a well-known people like you by road."

"Stop your beautiful words. But what are you doing here?"

"Is it illegal for me to sit here?"

"No, but annoying."

She was pissed, "Why? This is the public area."

"Seeing from the car, you look like a stray cat which was abandoned on the side of the road."

Her nose soured for his words.

Thinking about it, she even agreed with it herself. She had no family and was also abandoned by her family, and no one was waiting for her …

A tinge of desolation showed up in her eyes. "OK. Then I won't trouble Mr. Charles. I’m leaving."

"Where are you going?" He asked coldly, "Get into the car. I'm also heading home."

Ho.. Home?

He turned around and walked a few steps. Then he found that she was still staying at the same place. So he asked again, "Why do you stay there?"

"But my luggage is at school."

"Charles family has everything you need. You can pick up your luggage tomorrow. Now, get in the car."

Even she got into his car, Wendy was still all adrift.

What a coincidence! When they just closed the door, the cars ahead them suddenly began to move.

"Because I'm poor and have not got a car. So I don't even have a chance to curse the traffic jams in a car."

Thinking of the dollars she just gave to the restaurant, she felt so upset that she swore that she would never go out with the rich men to eat again. Losing money hurts most.

"It sounds like that you could drive well if you have a car."

She turned to glare at him. Why did him have be so mean?

"Mr. driver, do you know how to drive when you're born?" 

The driver laughed and answered, "Miss, you are joking."

Wendy raised her eyebrows with provocation. "So Mr. Charles must have got a talent in driving and is born to drive a car."

The driver swallowed his saliva nervously.

Miss Evans … How dare she to say that?

How could she contradict Mr. Charles' words?