Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife

Chapter 58 You seduced me first.

On the way home, Wendy rested her head on his shoulder. She desperately hugged the crystal ball,

falling into sleep.

But as the driver swung the car around a corner, Wendy sat upright to give out a dry cough.

"Stop!"

The driver hurriedly pulled over.

Wendy then immediately stormed out. She retched again along the road.

Henson got out of the car to pat on her back.

"Why do you drink so mach?"

Wendy turned her head to look at him dazedly. "Huh…Henson." Hiccup. " ha, ha. You are

Henson Charles."

"Yes, I am Henson Charles."

Wendy shook her head and said, "Um, no. I can't be friends with Henson Charles. Henson Charles…

Burp, is a plague."

"Why do you call him a plague?"

"Henson is the partner of the Nicholson family. I should go away from anything that related to the

Nicholson family. They are all a plague."

Wendy then knelt down for her weak feet and. Then she wrapped the arms around the big tree in front

of her.

"Mr. Tree, how about being a sister of mine? From this moment, you are my sister, okay?"

After saying this, Wendy held onto Henson's collar. "Henson, I have a relative now."

Wendy said this with a giggle, he feeling painful and sad in his heart.

He held Wendy up by her shoulders and said, "Come on, let me take you back."

"I'm not leaving. I want to be with my relatives forever."

Henson whispered. "Let us bring she home, okay?"

"Really?"

"I never tell lies."

Holding the crystal ball with one hand, Wendy tried to stand up with the other hand.

However, instantly, a wave of disgust surged up from her stomach. Then she threw up all over Henson

without any warning.

Henson then gaped in astonishment for the first time.

But on the other hand, Wendy was laughing at him, "Henson, you are dirty."

Henson clenched his teeth to hold back the urge to be angry at her. If she were not drunkn, he would...

Henson quickly took off his jacket and just threw it away directly. He then carried Wendy into his arms

and said, "Get into the car, and go home now."

But the crystal ball instantly falling from her arms, she then scrambled up to get it back.

Henson frowned. "You really like it so much?"

Wendy put a finger on her lips. Then she shooed and looked around cautiously, "I'm telling you that it's

a magic ball. I can use it to get back my mother."

After saying that, Wendy laughed.

Henson frowned slightly, shoving her back into the car. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

The driver sitting in the car, he dared not to make a sound.

After seeing that she was still be OK after puking on Henson's suit, he could not feel more respectful at

Miss Evans.

If anyone else did this, they would probably be beaten to death.

By the time they returned to villa, Wendy should have fallen asleep.

Henson carrying her back to his room, the Butler ran to help.

Seeing the dirty puke on Henson, Donald was also startled. "Sir, please just go to clean yourself. And I

will take care of Miss Evans here."

Henson placed Wendy on the bed. Then he was about to get up and leave. But Wendy suddenly

hugged him as if she was afraid of losing him. "Mom, don't go."

Henson heard that. So he then once again carried her into her arms. Then he turned to look at Butler

and said, "You can go back to have a rest now. I can do this."

"But…"

"I can." Henson said it again.

The Butler then left. Henson then took Wendy to the bathroom.

He took off his jacket to clean himself. Then he tried to clean Wendy.

But after just taking off her clothes, Henson could not help but feel dry in his mouth. But he kept telling

himself that he should resist this urge.

Just after Henson showering her whole her body, Wendy seemed boneless to slip into his arms.

It turned him on.

Wendy naturally embraced him. Then she even arched her body to get nearer to him. It seemed that

she was trying to find a comfortable position.

After Wendy had done such things, Henson finally gave into his lust.

He then turned off the shower, carried Wendy back to the bed in his bedroom.

"Wendy, you seduced me first."

After saying that, Henson bend to kiss on her soft lips.

"Ugh …"

Wendy could barely breathe for his kiss.

With a slight moan, she shrank into Henson's embrace. Then she instinctively wrapped her arms

around Henson's waist.

It was like an allowance from Wendy. So Henson moved his kiss down.

Wendy could not tell the dream from the reality now.

When Henson wanted to get the real move, Wendy suddenly shrank back for pain. Then she covered

her eyes with her hands and started sobbing.

Henson's heart tightened for this. He stopped to embrace her instantly.

Tears almost choked her. "Mom… I hate you. Why not bring me away with you? I hate this world. I hate

them. Why do you leave me behind? Why could anyone else have a good father?"

Wendy hugged Henson tightly and said, "Please take me away. I don't want to see them anymore… I

don't like them."

Henson gently embraced her and caressed her. "I am here, and everything will just be fine."

She then cried to fall asleep.

Henson was hugged tightly.

Even he had the lust, but he couldn’t do anything.

After all, taking advantage of Wendy's drunk state was not right at all.

For the first time he found that Wendy was truly a demon.

He fell into her hands once and again.

But he swore to himself that when she was awake next time, he would punish her for this.

Wendy had a good sleep and woke up naturally. She opened her eyes with a blank mind.

The strange environment... She frowned slightly to see that.

After thinking for a while, Wendy abruptly sat up.

She looked down at her naked body in the bed. Then after seeing around, she started to feel

frightened.

What happened?

Didn't she drink with Judy last night?

Wendy bit her lip, she looking almost crying.

Henson then pushed open the door and walked in.

For some inexplicable reason, when she saw Henson, she heaved a sigh of relief instinctively.

After all, if she had made the same mistakes twice to sleep with two different men after getting drunk,

she would probably break down to kill herself.

Her was not that open to accept that.

Her innocent expression made Henson want to smile. But he held back it. "You're awake?"

Wendy scratched her forehead and asked, "Why am I here?"

"I'm also very curious that why did you call me last night? And why did you want me to take you home?

Did something happen yesterday?"

"Huh?" Wendy bit her lips gently. then she unconsciously sized the blanket tightly, "Did I really do that?"

"Otherwise… why could show up in my bedroom?"

Wendy blushed. "No. How could it be possible. I went out with Judy last night. Why would I call you?"

"I don't know. I only know you hugged me tight yesterday. And you even puked all over me."

Hearing this, Wendy immediately held her breath. She covered her mouth. Then she blinked at him

innocently and said, "No, I don't remember that part."

"I know you will forget that. So I ask them to keep the evidence in the yard. It hasn't been washed. How

about going down to see it with your own eyes?"

Wendy's face instantly turned red. "I'm sorry. I must be crazy."

"Forget that first. Won't you get up? The chapel has already opened."

" So... what?"