Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife novel Chapter 30

Wendy thought she was the beggar who could never be bankrupt, so she was fearless.

But when she was thrown into the car, she finally understood Henson was the one who feared nothing.

He pushed her against the back seat as if the driver was not there.

"If you dare to move, I don't mind having a porn show here ans now with you."

"You…"

"Baron, go home."

"Ye… Yes."

Wendy gnashed her teeth in hatred and yelled, "Henson Charles. Go away!"

The driver was staggered and trembled.

He had been in the Charles family for many years, but this was his first time to see someone who dared to call Mr. Charles by his full name.

Henson smirked, "Henson Charles?"

He hadn't heard it for such a long time.

"Baron, pull over."

He quickly stopped the car.

Henson said, "You are free to go now."

"Yes, Mr. Charles." Baron opened the door and hurriedly got off.

There were she and Henson in the car.

"You… What do you want? "

He would not really dare to do any immoderate things to her here, would he?

"To fu*k you." Henson lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Wendy's head was held by him, and this kiss lasted for almost three minutes.

She roared, "Let me go. Henson Charles, you ba*tard!"

Henson looked at Wendy, who was under him. He pinched her chin, "Scream one more time, and I'll let you go."

"Am I a cat or dog of yours? Why should I do as you said?"

"So, you mean no? Then I'll just treat it as you invitation to kiss you more."

"Meow."

She would cut all ties with him after Howell took the exam.

24 days. Held on.

Henson opened the door to sit in the co-pilot seat.

He looked back at Wendy, "Come to drive us home."

Home... This word once again hurt her heart.

She liked the word, but indeed she didn't have one.

Seeing Wendy staying still, Henson spoke again, "What are you thinking? The kiss? I can do it again."

Wendy looked at Henson with a wronged face, "You know I can't drive."

Henson seemed to have thought of something, so he called Baron.

"Come back now."

After hanging up, Henson returned to the back seat next to Wendy. He took Wendy's foot on his lap to have a check.

Wendy looked at Henson's face, feeling a strange touch slipping through her heart.