Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife novel Chapter 8

The woman was very beautiful and elegant.

Seeing Henson coming with a woman, she was startled for a second. But she still stood up and smile gently.

"Henson. This is …"

Henson smiles slightly, "This is Howell's home tutor. You can call her Miss Evans."

The woman smiled to this answer and said, " Miss Evans. Nice to meet you! I am Daisy Hunt."

Wendy nodded to her, "Nice to meet you! Miss. Hunt."

Henson said, "Take a seat."

Then Wendy sat down next to him.

Daisy moved her eyes away to Henson. "I was worried that this meal would affect your work."

"No, but you would not mind that I also take Miss Evans here, right? After all, I made an earlier appointment with Miss Evans before."

Daisy shook her head with a laugh. "Not at all. I hope Miss Evans won't mind. I ordered food that you like. But I don't know what Miss Evans would like to eat, so how about I get a menu for you, Miss Evans?"

"I’m good. Miss. Hunt. I'm not a picky eater."

Henson's hand naturally stroked on Wendy’s head. He said with love, "She's not picky with food. She also likes what I like."

Daisy's smile froze for his action.

But she still said, "That's good. Then Miss Evans would have a good meal."

Wendy's was awkward. Henson's sudden stroke shocked her abruptly.

During the whole dinner, Henson served her with different food like a gentle boyfriend.

And Daisy ate her food gracefully and quietly.

But sometimes she would so take a glance at Wendy without emotion.

After dinner, they left together.

Henson brought Daisy to the car with one arm around Wendy's shoulder.