Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife

Chapter 27 Watched by everyone.

The dancing floor was quiet, and Wendy couldn't hear anything.

No music or discussions.

All she could feel were his warm lips and tongue, as well as the scent of red wine.

Henson seemed unable to stop kissing her. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

He thought last time he wanted her lips for he hadn't touched any woman for a long time.

But then why did he kiss her this time?

He couldn't explain it.

When the dance ended, Wendy was led to hobble out of the dance floor; her mind was still in a daze.

More looks were coming to her from the crowd, but Wendy did not pay attention to them.

She couldn't understand why Henson did that.

Thinking of Ken, she felt embarrassed.

She looked to check the corner where Ken was staying before.

But Ken had left.

Instead, Bain was standing there.

Bain looked at her with upset expression.

Wendy felt shame.

After a moment, Bain left.

Wendy took a deep breath, looking embarrassed.

Henson had been watching Wendy all the time.

Thus, he knew her upset and anxiety.

And he also saw Bain's expression.

He curled his lips. It seemed that Wendy and the Nicholson family were related.

"Miss Evans, you look pale. Do you need more air?"

Wendy looked at Henson with a grumbling. "Why did you do that?"

"What? Kissing you? As I said, that's the rule."

"I don't want to learn dance."

"But you followed me to the dance floor."

"I …" Damn it, the shoes.

She took a breath, "Fine. I don't want to argue with you about it anymore. I'm a tired and want to go

back."

"So am I. Then let's go back together." Henson wrapped his arm around Wendy's waist, walking

outside with her.

Wendy struggled to get rid of him.

Henson smiled, "If you don't want me to carry you in my breast, you'd better behave."

She immediately stopped her actions and was led outside.

"Why are you so manipulative?" Wendy asked.

"I get used to taking control."

"That's why you are said as a bad guy."

"People’s judges, whether they are good or bad, I don’t care."

His words suddenly enlightened Wendy.

That's right, and why should she care about others' attitude?

Henson's words suited Wendy well, and she felt kinda satisfied.

They walked out of the banquet hall. At the next corner, they saw Bain smoking by the window.

Wendy paused.

Bain then put out the cigarette.

Wendy lowered her head as if she didn't see him and still followed Henson to the elevator.

She quickly pressed the elevator button.

But the elevator was slowly descending from the 26th floor.

After standing by the window for a moment, Bain still walked over to her with large strides.

Wendy felt a little nervous for his movements.

She prayed that her brother would just go away as if he didn't know her.

However, Bain stopped by her side.

"Wendy, come to have a talk."

Bain grabbed Wendy's wrist and pulled her out.

Due to his pull, Wendy swayed towards Bain's side. But before she could take a step forward, she was

grabbed by Henson on the other side. "Mr. Nicholson. Stealing my companion in front of me? How dare

you?"