Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife novel Chapter 46

Wendy's mind had turned into a paste, but some thoughts kept popping up.

Like, they were in a car. She shouldn't be so crazy.

Like, about that night, Henson indeed got benefits for that was her first time.

When Wendy thought about the first-time-thing, she fiercely pushed Henson away. She panted a little and glared at Henson, "Henson, you are too good at schemes."

"Oh?" Henson looked at her with lust.

Wendy gritted her teeth and said, "Move off me quickly."

"So, you still don't want to repay me?"

"You owed me. You said I can make a request to you."

Henson laughed for she finally remembered that.

Her fair cheeks was rosy now. But she looked at Henson angrily, "Go away, you are heavy."

Henson rolled back to the co-pilot seat, thinking he almost succeeded.

Wendy hurriedly sat up. When she lowered her head, she realized half of her clothes had been unbuttoned by him …

She rolled her eyes at Henson, thinking he was really good at this thing.

Wendy quickly buttoned her shirt and thinking, 'Bullshit Henson. From now on, I don't want to see this face again.'

It was infuriating.

Wendy drove the car to the her community. She got off and looked at him with depression, "Thanks. Bye."

Wendy turned around to leave, but Henson asked, "So, are you kicking me out again? I told them I would not go back home tonight. "

"Mr. Charles. I hope you are not going to force me to let you in. I have my limits."

"My driver was drove away by you. Are you planing to send me to jail because of DUI?"

Henson did drink some wine, and Baron was indeed chased away by her.

Wendy felt even more depressed.

"I will call you a designated driver."

"I am worrying if the designated driver can drive my car well? If I get an accident, then who can take the responsibilities? "

"Nothing will happen."

"You can't be sure. No one knows which will come first, the accident or future. After all, some people was trying to die with me."

"It serves you right!" Wendy said at heart to herself.

Wendy now truly experienced felt this.

"So, you insist to sleep here tonight?"

"If you can find a satisfying title to me, then I can go."

Wendy turned her back in frustration, "I don't know."

"Then I'll take this as an excuse that you're trying to keep me."

Wendy immediately shouted, "I can still just call you Mr. Charles."

"No."

"Then Henson."

"I said you can just call me this in private."

"Why are you so being annoyed?"

"It's your honor to be treated by me like this."

Wendy wanted to say she didn't want the honor at all, okay?

Henson raised his eyebrows and advised, "Dear, or, my Charles, you can choose from them."