Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife

Chapter 45 I'll die with you.

Sister Wendy?

Wendy frowned, "Howell. Mr. Charles and I are not… Anyway, you're not allowed to call me in that

way."

"Why?Sister Wendy. Don’t be so shy. You will be my relation sooner or later. After you two get the

certificate, you two are husband and wife. Then I should call you Sister Wendy."

Henson liked Howell's words.

He rubbed Howell's head and said gently, "Howell, if you want to have an after-graduation trip, you can

go ask Donald and take a check. Enjoy your vacation!"

"Then can I travel with my friends only?"

"Of course. Just make sure that you are safe. Your are already an grown man."

Howell was shocked. Did Henson mean he could finally travel without bodyguards around?

God! It seemed like Henson was happy today.

Howell looked at Wendy and secretly rejoiced for Wendy was truly a lady luck to him.

Wendy hadn't even married into the family, yet, she had already brought benefits to him.

Henson got in the car. "Go back to the house."

"OK." Howell lowered his head to look at Wendy, "Wish you two have a good night."

Before Wendy made a reply, Henson had already closed the door of the car.

Then the driver started the car. Humming a song, Howell also went back to the house.

The car left the Charles family's courtyard.

Wendy sighed in depression, covering her face with hands.

Calm down, calm down.

Wendy kept reading these words silently for fear that she would burst into anger suddenly.

Henson turned to look at Wendy, "Are you OK?"

Wendy could no longer remain calm.

She shouted, "Baron, can you pull over?"

Baron thought Wendy was uncomfortable and hurriedly stopped the car.

Wendy turned to roll her eyes to Henson, and then got off the car.

Wendy turned her face to the cars passing by, then she circled her hands around the lips like a

megaphone to shout, "Ah!"

Henson held back his laughter for he knew Wendy probably wanted to beat herself.

After all, she just made troubles to herself.

Smart as she was, she should have made such a big mistake easily. She had a good reason to be

unhappy.

Henson didn't get out of the car, letting Wendy vent her anger.

Then Wendy opened the driver's door. She said to Baron, "Baron, let me drive today."

"Huh?"

Baron turned to look at Henson for further direction.

Henson waved his hand, "You are free to go now."

Wendy got into the car and started the engine. The car sped off. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Wendy asked, "When are you going to stop blackmailing me with that night?"

"I'm not sure."

"Why do you do this to me? I didn't offend you."

"But you handed me your secrets. That’s not my fault. "

Wendy took a quick glance at Henson from the rear view mirror. "Henson, your life is in my hands now.

You must make a promise right now that you will never blackmail me again."

"What if I don't?"

"If you don't agree, then I will drive this car into a ditch to die with you."

"Since you like me so much that you even want to die with me, then I agreed. We can still be a couple

in the hell. And we won't be lonely. How about this?"

"You…"

Wendy was speechless. How could Henson be so shameless?

Looking at her furious expression from the mirror, Henson curled his lips, "You are the first one who

dared threaten me. Wendy, congratulations! You have got my attention!"

Wendy was displeased, "I don't want your attention. I never think to get very close to you. After today, I

really hope we won't have any further interactions. Mr. Charles, please …"

"Mr. Charles" was ear-piercing. Henson immediately interrupted her.

"Stop calling me Mr. Charles from now on. Why did you use it so causally? "

Wendy was speechless.

"I only used it to call you and your brother."

"How can we know who are you calling when we were together?"

Wendy was speechless, "Your surname is Charles, then why can't I call him Mr. Charles?"

"In short, change the title. Use an another name to call me. I said before, I don't like to be treated

casually."

"Then I'll call you Little Charles, and your brother Mr. Charles. Alright?"

Wendy was so infuriated by his words that she forgot about the words that she wanted no contact with

him again.

Henson stared at her for he had clearly said he didn't like to be treated casually. Then she called

him Little Charles?

"If you dare."

"Little Charles." Wendy dared nothing right now, OK?

Henson eyes widened. He leaned forward and quickly slipped to the co-pilot's seat. He reached out his

hands to pull the steering wheel.

The car suddenly ran to the side of the road. Wendy was startled and braked, "Are you crazy?"

"What, scared? Were you going to die with me? "

"You said you would like to die with me. But I don't, okay?"

Henson pulled down the hand brake. "You don't?"

"No, I don't."

"Dare you to call me that way again?"

"Litt … ugh …" Before she could finish the first word, Henson had already spun around to her front and

kissed her.

Wendy struggled. But Henson lowered the driver's seat back down to lie on her quickly.

"Ugh… Ugh…" Wendy just managed move her face aside. But his lips fell onto her ears again.

"Henson, are you crazy? Move away."

"Just now, I get an answer to your question about that night. If you do that, then I will let you go."

Wendy looked at him disbelievingly. She guessed it must not be a good idea.

"You slept me that night, so tonight I sleep you. Then we will be even in this way. How about it?"

"I... I didn't. I once woke up at that night. I know you took the initiative that night, not me."

"You seduced me. Didn't I say it before? Men won't refuse a beautiful woman."

Wendy gritted her teeth in anger, "It's your fault to be seduced."

"Even so. You started. And you have to admit this."

Wendy flushed slightly.

That day, she was too drunk to remember that.

"Therefore, you owe me first. My suggestion is fair."

Henson finished his talking and looked at her confused face to smile. Then he lowered his head to kiss

her again.

Wendy was stupefied by his kiss.