Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife

Chapter 43 I am good at choosing a good woman

"Why should I tell you first when I go back my home? " Mason was straightforward, "do you regard me

as an stranger now?"

In Wendy's eyes, the rumors was true. And their relationship was really bad. After all, Mason was

speaking to Henson with hostility.

Wendy felt awkward for Henson. But Henson was calm, "You insisted to move out before. If we go to

your place without telling you ahead, wouldn't you feel surprised? "

The scene became both silent and awkward.

Wendy thought, should she pick up her bag to say goodbye to them?

Before she could spoke, Daisy said, "Henson, you misunderstood Mason. I am the one who wanted to

come back to see Howell."

Howell added, "Thanks to Miss Evans, I believe I will get a good grade in this test."

Daisy once moved her gaze to Wendy. "Miss Evans, thank you so much."

Howell laughed, "This dinner is for thanking Miss Evans. Mason, Daisy, how about staying to eat

together?"

Daisy looked at Mason to refuse, " Thanks, but I think we should go now."

Mason looked at Daisy lovingly, "This dinner is for Miss Evans. As the members of this family, it will be

rude for us to leave now."

Wendy was depressed for they all took her as an excuse.

Wendy forced an awkward smile.

Henson walked to Wendy to put his arms around her shoulders.

"Wendy. Let me introduce you, this is my brother Mason Charles. You can call him Mason. This... As

you know, Daisy."

Henson naturally helped her to tidy the hair on the forehead.

Wendy frowned for his flirtatious action.

Seeing Wendy didn't respond, Henson tightened his grip on her shoulder.

Wendy nodded to them again, "Hello."

Mason raised his eyebrows and asked, "Miss Evans, are you still a student, right?"

"Yes, I am a senior at the San Diego University. I will graduate soon."

""No wonder you can be so good at teaching. Henson chooses the right teacher."

"Mason, you should say I am good at choosing a good woman." Henson said as he walked Wendy

inside the house naturally, " Just come in, it is time for dinner now."

Howell pushed Mason to go into the house, "Henson seemed to meaning other things."

Mason did not reply Howell, but his gaze landed on Daisy.

Daisy was looking at Henson and Wendy, still.

When his wheelchair passed by, Daisy looked back to meet his gaze.

Daisy quickly cleared her thoughts and laughed to Mason. Then she walked to Howell, "Howell, let me

do that."

Howell waved his hand, "It's been a while since I saw Mason last time, so just let me push the

wheelchair."

Henson spoke to Wendy in his arm secretly, "Help me to make a good show tonight."

"Why should I do that?" Wendy looked at him, "I don't want to join in your family's businesses."

"Wendy, but in fact you have no choice. If you don't cooperate, then I will not help you to keep the

secret."

"What secret?"

"That night."

"Henson, you ba*tard!" Wendy's voice wasn't loud but she was really angry.

Henson smiled naturally to pinch her cheek, "Yes, I am despicable. So it's all up to you now. I can tell

the truth to them at any time. Anyway I don't care to be discussed by people with you."

Wendy turned her head to save her cheek from his hand.

Right at this time, Daisy came in.

Then Henson placed his hand on Wendy's head.

Wendy found Daisy and somewhat felt embarrassed to roll her eyes at Henson, "You're hurting me."

Henson leaned forward to kissed Wendy on the cheek, "Now you must be fine." This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Wendy's face instantly turned red. "Stop. There are so many people around."

Henson looked at her with a sweet smile, "Don't be shy. They are family members."

Daisy's footsteps grew stiff.

She had seen such a gentle smile on Henson's face.

Was Wendy really special to him?

Howell pushed Mason in, and Donald walked forward to help him.

Everyone came to sit together at the dining table.

Henson said, "Donald, find a good bottle of red wine for us. We are very happy to have a drink."

"Alright, sir." Donald then brought the red wine and poured it to them.

But when Donald came to Wendy, she pushed her wine glass away ahead and politely explained,

"Thank you, but I don't drink."

Henson crossed his arms, "Hmm, Miss Evans is really not good at this. She will make a fool of herself if

she got drunk. All right, you all don't need stay here now."

"Alright."

Wendy rolled her eyes to him, but Henson just smiled and took a sip.

Howell was puzzled and asked, "Henson, how do you know that about Miss Evans? Did you see it

before?"

Henson looked at Howell, "You guess."

Howell looked at Wendy, "Miss Evans, when did you drink wine with Henson?"

Wendy's face slightly flushed. "No, we didn't."

Seeing her expression, Henson smiled for her red face was telling the truth.

"Tch, something is strange here. Miss Evans, are you hiding a secret from us with Henson?"

Wendy was so embarrassed but she could only lied, " No, I am not."

"But…"

"Howell, you must know secret is a thing that cannot be shared with others. So stop."

"I'm just curious."

Mason picked up his wine and lightly shook it, "Getting curious about a woman. This is a good. Ha...

Our little Howell has grown up."

Howell was not a little kid, and he knew what Mason meant. So he immediately explained, "Mason,

what are you implying? Miss Evans is just my teacher, and I am only curious about the secret between

Henson and her."

"Miss Evans is just a few years older than you. And isn't a couple made of a young man and an elder

woman very popular now?"

"Mr. Charles, you misunderstood us. I do not want to date with a boy who is younger than me. And

Howell is not my cup of tea. Please do not say that, it is uncomfortable."

"Yes, I totally agree." Howell nodded.

"I just think Miss Evans and Howell look like a good couple. If you guys really fall in love with each

other, then I will support you."

"We won’t…" Before Wendy could finish her words, she was interrupted by Henson.

"Mason, stop making a match for them. Wendy is my girlfriend."