Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife

Chapter 26 Stop on me,kiss on you!

"You know Ken?" He naturally thought of Bain at seeing Ken.

She realized she had forgot herself. So she shook her head and let go of his hand.

"No."

"Then how about eating something?"

"Alright." Her expression was no longer natural like before.

"Come and sit here." He led her to the corner table, "What do you want?"

"Whatever you get "

He called the waiter to get some food for Wendy.

Wendy then lowered her head to eat slowly.

Someone came to greet Henson, and they had a small talk.

Henson was talking and lowering his head to check Wendy, who now was secretly looking at Ken

again.

He frowned. She must know Ken.

Someone came to invite Henson to have a talk about work. Henson looked at Wendy and said, "I will

leave for a while, just a few minutes. So don't go around."

Wendy nodded and said, "OK."

Henson left, and she sighed.

Then she looked up to find Ken, and she found Ken was looking at her sharply as well.

She frowned slightly to change her gaze, trying to continue eating her food.

But the harder she tried to keep calm, the louder the sounds around seemingly became.

At the table behind, Wendy could hear a few women there were talking about her and Henson.

Someone said with contempt, "Where is this woman from?"

"Who knows. Did you find that? She held Mr. Charles's hand so tight and was almost lying on Mr.

Charles like a koala."

"Such a bi*ch! If she stayed alone with Mr. Charles, she would definitely seduce him."

"You can say that again! Mr. Charles doesn't seems to like her at all. His expression is cold all the time.

Maybe he feels disgusted."

"Nowadays, beautiful young girls like to overestimate themselves. How can Mr. Charles be tricked by

them?"

……

They ware having a hot discussion so that they did not even notice that Henson was just walking past

behind them.

He glanced at those reckless women.

Wendy’s hand was trembling with a fork.

She knew this social sphere was disgusting. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

She had seen Julia's and her mother's despicable faces before.

However, being discussed by strangers like this, Wendy felt uncomfortable.

She put down the knife and fork and got up to leave.

But some elegant music started and people went to the dancing pool one by one.

Henson walked to block Wendy's way. He placed his hand on her waist naturally, looking at

her dotingly.

"What? The music encouraged you to dance with me?"

He led her to go past the next table, and made his voice louder enough to be heard by those women.

Everyone was quiet to look at Henson and Wendy.

Wendy was astonished. Dancing? Was he joking?

"But I can't dance."

"Then try to learn, and I'll teach you."

As he spoke, Henson put Wendy's hands naturally around his neck and he also put his arms around

Wendy's waist.once."

He looked at her and advised lovingly, "I have a good way for you to learn dance quickly, like, once you

step on me, I will kiss you."

"Ugh…" She couldn't say a word.

What the hell was he talking?

She was wearing high heels unsteadily, which made her exert almost all her strength onto him.

But he naturally took her hand to the center of the dance floor.

They immediately became the focus.

Wendy was too nervous to stand still. When she staggered to follow Henson's steps, she stepped hard

on his foot. Henson then kept his promise to kiss Wendy before she could react.