Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife novel Chapter 133

Wendy got a seat at the back of the bus. On the way to school, a girl in siting on the front seat was reading a news. Wendy happened to notice that it's a clarification letter from the Charles Group about the rumors between Henson and Elizabeth.

Then the corner of Wendy's lips lifted a little quietly as she turned to look outside of the window.

Just now, at the coffee shop, Avril suddenly asked Wendy before they part, "Wendy, why do you help me?"

Wendy just made a faint smile to her and did not answer the question at that time.

But at heart, Wendy clearly knew the answer was her mother. She didn't want to see Avril becoming the second Elizabeth Evans.

Everyone should live for themselves. But her mother and Avril seemed to have lived for others.

They could sacrifice their bodies for others.

They could ignore their true feelings for others.

They could endure inhuman humiliation for others.

You could argued that they did all these for their closest family. But you could not deny that they had failed to live a normal for themselves at the same time.

There were too many ways to protect their family. Wendy did not want Avril kept making mistakes like her mother anymore. She did not want Avril ended up her life with regrets at last.

After work, Henson's driver picked Wendy up.

At first, Wendy thought they would go back to the villa.

But after the driver made a different turn to a strange road, Wendy asked curiously, "Where are we going now?"

"Miss Evans, I just got an order to bring you to C Studio."

"C Studio?" Wendy remembered Henson had taken her to the place before. It's a make-up room. And Henson even mocked her dress-up there.

But the driver didn't knew much, so she stopped her questions.

When they just arrived, the owner of the studio came out personally to lead her way.

Wendy entered the room but did not find Henson.

"Miss Evans, please take a seat first. We have prepared the dress for you. Now I will have people do your makeup. Then you can go to the banquet in no time."

What banquet?

Wendy was pressed down to sit on the chair. She took out her phone and called Henson immediately.

When the phone got through, Wendy asked, "Henson Charles. What the hell are you doing? What's the banquet?"

"A small gathering organized by my friend's grandpa. You'd better dress up."

Don’t you think you should discuss it with me in advance?"

"But the result won't change at all, even if we have a discussion. If you say yes, then that's good. But if you say no, I can make you change it into a yes, so in the end, you will still come, right?"

Wendy pursed her lips and said, "You are so annoying."

She then hung up.

The owner of this studio was taken aback by Wendy's casual way to speak with Henson.

He has not seen anyone who had spoken to Mr. Charles in such a way.

He had never heard anyone calling Mr. Charles by his full name before.

It seemed that she's also somebody. He had to be more careful with her.

Thinking of this, he personally went to get the finest cheongsam with different embroidered peonies on it.

"Miss Evans, Mr. Charles chose this cheongsam for you."

"Him?" Wendy was a little surprised to know this. "You mean he came here before for this dress?"

"Last time when you came here, Mr. Charles booked this cheongsam from us. This's from the most famous French designer in our country. We just received it half a month ago. We then kept it in the glass cabinet for you until now."

"We all know Mr. Charles has a very good taste. During the past half month, countless famous and rich ladies had asked about the cheongsam and wanted to buy it. But this's a handmade cheongsam from the most famous designer, who would only make a cheongsam at a time with a flower design. So they all could only get envy with you and leave with regrets. We must say that Mr. Charles has treated you really very well."