Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife novel Chapter 60

It's not far from the company. Wendy insisted on getting off from the car at the intersection. 

She then carried her bag, jogging to the office.

She was not late in the end.

But still she was the last one to arrive.

Feeling a bit guilty, Wendy returned to her seat. Then, she started to look through the files.

After two hours, she stood up to stretch her muscles. Then she went to the pantry to get some water.

Voices of women were heard.

"One hundred percent."

"You can not be so sure."

"Didn't you see the clothes? That's Chanel. 10,000 dollars. I can recognize the false product. Hers are genuine."

"That's right, how could a university student who just graduated afford Chanel? She must be the mistress of Johnson."

"Look at her sl*t face. How could a good girl look like that."

She pushed the door open. Then she walked in.

They immediately shut up.

Wendy just politely smiled at them. Then she took the water, and left.

As she went back to her seat, her cell phone rang.

It's Bain. Wendy immediately flapped the phone over and did not pick up.

At noon, after work, everyone began to leave.

Intern Avril walked over.

"Wendy, eat togeter?"

Wendy closed the document. "OK."

They went downstairs. Then she ordered a lunch box.

While waiting for the food, her cell phone rang again.

Seeing the name of Henson, she said to Avril, "I'm going to pick up this call first."

Wendy picked it up in a low voice, "Hello."

"When are you off your work?"

"I've already been in the canteen for lunch."

"Then what about my lunch?"

"You know I didn't have time to do it."

"So, you're saying I won't have the lunch food?"

Wendy pursed her lips, "But I didn't cook, then how could I give it to you?"

"I'll get my secretary to prepare our lunch. Come up to eat with me. I don't want to eat alone."

"But I have been here with my colleagues and even ordered the food."

As she said this, her food was ready.

Before hanging up, Wendy hurriedly said, "That’s it. My food is ready." 

Henson was unhappy but won't be hurried.

Wendy then brought the food to sit in front of Avril. 

She said with smile, "This is my first time to see people like you would eat the lunch box. I thought you rich people wouldn't eat these. Before I was a little worried being rejected by you to eat me. You are indeed nicer."

"Rich people?" Wendy felt a little confused and asked, "Are you saying me?"

"Yep." 

Wendy smiled speechlessly, "I'm not rich at all."

"You must be kidding." 

Wendy felt more confused,"I'm not joking. And I'm really a poor. How would you misunderstand that?"