Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife novel Chapter 58

On the way home, Wendy rested her head on his shoulder. She desperately hugged the crystal ball, falling into sleep.

But as the driver swung the car around a corner, Wendy sat upright to give out a dry cough.

"Stop!"

The driver hurriedly pulled over.

Wendy then immediately stormed out. She retched again along the road.

Henson got out of the car to pat on her back.

"Why do you drink so mach?"

Wendy turned her head to look at him dazedly. "Huh…Henson." Hiccup. " ha, ha. You are Henson Charles."

"Yes, I am Henson Charles."

Wendy shook her head and said, "Um, no. I can't be friends with Henson Charles. Henson Charles… Burp, is a plague."

"Why do you call him a plague?"

"Henson is the partner of the Nicholson family. I should go away from anything that related to the Nicholson family. They are all a plague."

Wendy then knelt down for her weak feet and. Then she wrapped the arms around the big tree in front of her.

"Mr. Tree, how about being a sister of mine? From this moment, you are my sister, okay?"

After saying this, Wendy held onto Henson's collar. "Henson, I have a relative now."

Wendy said this with a giggle, he feeling painful and sad in his heart.

He held Wendy up by her shoulders and said, "Come on, let me take you back."

"I'm not leaving. I want to be with my relatives forever."

Henson whispered. "Let us bring she home, okay?"

"Really?"

"I never tell lies."

Holding the crystal ball with one hand, Wendy tried to stand up with the other hand.

However, instantly, a wave of disgust surged up from her stomach. Then she threw up all over Henson without any warning.

Henson then gaped in astonishment for the first time.

But on the other hand, Wendy was laughing at him, "Henson, you are dirty."

Henson clenched his teeth to hold back the urge to be angry at her. If she were not drunkn, he would...

Henson quickly took off his jacket and just threw it away directly. He then carried Wendy into his arms and said, "Get into the car, and go home now."

But the crystal ball instantly falling from her arms, she then scrambled up to get it back.

Henson frowned. "You really like it so much?"

Wendy put a finger on her lips. Then she shooed and looked around cautiously, "I'm telling you that it's a magic ball. I can use it to get back my mother."

After saying that, Wendy laughed.

Henson frowned slightly, shoving her back into the car.

The driver sitting in the car, he dared not to make a sound.

After seeing that she was still be OK after puking on Henson's suit, he could not feel more respectful at Miss Evans.

If anyone else did this, they would probably be beaten to death.

By the time they returned to villa, Wendy should have fallen asleep.

Henson carrying her back to his room, the Butler ran to help.

Seeing the dirty puke on Henson, Donald was also startled. "Sir, please just go to clean yourself. And I will take care of Miss Evans here."

Henson placed Wendy on the bed. Then he was about to get up and leave. But Wendy suddenly hugged him as if she was afraid of losing him. "Mom, don't go."

Henson heard that. So he then once again carried her into her arms. Then he turned to look at Butler and said, "You can go back to have a rest now. I can do this."

"But…"

"I can." Henson said it again.

The Butler then left. Henson then took Wendy to the bathroom.

He took off his jacket to clean himself. Then he tried to clean Wendy.

But after just taking off her clothes, Henson could not help but feel dry in his mouth. But he kept telling himself that he should resist this urge.

Just after Henson showering her whole her body, Wendy seemed boneless to slip into his arms.