Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife novel Chapter 38

Bain's face turned cold instantly for Henson's arrival.

Henson smirked, "Miss Evans, I’m coming to pick you up."

Wendy got rid of Bain.

She then said to Bain, "You should go back now. I'm going to work."

Seeing Wendy getting on the Henson's car quickly, Bain felt even worse.

Henson went back into the car happily and closed the door.

The car drove off. Bain clenched his fists and thinking, "No, I must take real action now, or else I will really lose Wendy."

In the car, Henson looked at Wendy with satisfaction, "You two had a quarrel?"

Wendy looked at him, "Mr. Charles, you seemed to enjoy meddling in my business."

"I thought we are friends now. And it is just a small talk."

"Sorry, I don't want to talk about this with you. I am an ordinary person. So I know I would never have the privilege to become friends with a CEO like Mr. Charles."

Henson raised his eyebrow in surprise. Wendy didn't want him as a  friend.

No one dared to challenge him like this.

Good, really good.

Henson had a growing conquer desire on this Wendy now.

Wendy looked outside the window, thinking Henson was such a real gossiper.

On the day of SAT, Wendy seemed to be more nervous than Howell.

Wendy went to find Howell early in the morning, nagging him to take everything.

Just a few minutes before Howell set off, Wendy took off his backpack to check everything all over again. After she made sure he had got everything, she then sent him off to the car.

Wendy was pulling on the door and still saying something to him.

"Howell, take it easy. SAT is a piece of cake to you."

Howell looked at her calmly, "Miss Evans, I am OK, but you seem nervous."

"Is that so?" She awkwardly smiled, "Anyway, be careful."

Howell was speechless and laughed to Henson. "Brother, you should stop Miss Evansn now. Or I will really be late for the exam."

Wendy rolled her eyes at Howell to release her hand on the door. "Stop laughed at me. After today, even you want me to nag you, I won't do that anymore."

Howell laughed to them. "Just wait for my good news. I'm leaving now."

The car door just closed and took Howell away.

Wendy then seemed to realized something and patted her hand with regret. "Oh no."

Henson looked at her, asking calmly, "What’s wrong?"

"He just ate some bread this morning."

"Then?"

Wendy patted her head and replied, "I forgot to tell the cook to prepare one fried dough stick and two eggs for him this morning."

"Why does he need that?"

"Because they together look like one hundred points, which represents good luck."

Henson shook his head speechlessly, "Just some superstitions. I've never eaten that dish, but I also got high scores."

Wendy thought about it for a while. Yes. Henson was right. She had also got good marks without eating the dish. 

Just forgot it. Stop thinking bad things. Howell will surly have a good result.

Henson said, "Alright. Stop worrying about him. Get into the car, I will send you to your school."

"Mr. Charles." Wendy called him.

Henson stopped to look at Wendy, "What?"