Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife

Chapter 34 You are here with me again.

In the Nicholsons' Courtyard.

Wendy was pushed to the front of Ken, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

Wendy raged, "Mr. Nicholson is truly capable; even kidnapping beneath the sunlight is a piece of cake

to him."

The two men set her free with her feet landing on the ground directly. Even there was still some pain in

her ankle, she still stood there resolutely.

Ken waved the rest people away.

He then coldly said, "Take a seat."

"The chair of the Nicholson family is so precious that I have no right to sit on it."

"Wendy Nicholson, are you trying to annoy me on purpose?"

"I've said, my name is Wendy Evans."

"Even if your surname is Evans, you share the same blood with the Nicholson family."

"That's why I feel sick with myself."

Glaring at her, Ken slapped his wheelchair and scolded her, "Wendy Nicholson!"

"What do you want me to bring me here?" Wendy Nicholson asked coldly, not bothering to talk more

with him about her surname.

"what is wrong with you and Henson?"

"It's my business."

"So you need money?"

Wendy glared at him. In her father's eyes, money was the only reason for her to stay with the rich.

How ridiculous.

"You didn't inherit any merits from your mother, but what you should not learned, you learned well."

Wendy's eyes turned cold, "What do you mean by 'should not learned'?"

"I mean 'Flirting with men'. You are just an illegitimate daughter. Won't you think that you can marry to

the Charles family?"

Wendy gripped her fist tightly. Her nails almost went into her flesh. And her body also trembled for his

words.

She walked over to the coffee table next to him. Then she flipped it over.

The tea tools, water glasses, and iPad all fell to the ground with a loud cracking sound.

Ken looked at Wendy with an indifferent face.

She walked to the front of Ken. "You don't deserve to mention my mother for you're too dirty. Don’t ever

take me here again. It is disgusting."

After finishing her speech, Wendy limped away.

Ken said coldly, "Wendy, I warn you now. Keep away from Henson. Or I will take action."

Wendy stood still and raised her eyebrows. She looked back with an evil smile, "I have got one thing

that my mother doesn't own. That is, I was born to dislike warnings. I will never obey you. I will wait and

to see what will you do. "

'Ken, just waits. One day, I will pull you down from the clouds. I will make you repent, make you feel

really regretful to my mother and me." Wendy talked to herself at heart.

Not far from the Nicholson's yard, Wendy sat down on the roadside because of the pain.

The more Wendy thought about it, the more upset and sad she felt.

The one inside was her biological father.

He kidnapped her here. Even he saw her injures on feet, he didn't asked a single word about her

health.

Wendy felt sadder. So she hugged herself and buried her face in her knees. Tears kept trickling down

uncontrollably.

Why did everyone have a happy home except her?

Why could other people have an amiable father who dotted on their daughter, while her own father

treated her as an enemy?

Why couldn't she get ordinary and simple happiness?

It wasn’t her fault to be an illegitimate daughter. It was her father that had made the mistake. Then why

should she pay for his mistake?

Wendy cried.

Someone went near and gently poked her head.

Wendy raised her head. And through her tears, she saw Henson.

Why could he appear every time when she was in a disaster state?

Their gazes met. Suddenly Wendy's tears rolled down from her face freely like a broken necklace,

unstoppable.

Wendy lowered her head to wipe them. But tears kept gushing out from her eyes so that she could

never clean her face.

Henson took out a handkerchief to her.

Wendy covered her eyes with it. She pressed her eyes and said causally, "How can the wind be so

strong today? My eyes are so dry because of it."

"Hm. The strong wind just failed to fly a leaf."

Wendy felt embarrassed for a few second. Then she raised her head to stared at him, "How can you

still be hard on me in this situation. Should you man say, hmm, yes, the wind is too strong."

"I did say strong wind."

"You …" Wendy stood up to bit her lips, "You are strange. And why are you staring at me now? I must

look pitiful. Shouldn't you suppose to say that you will lend me your shoulders and then turn around to

avoid my eyes?"

"I can't lend you my shoulders. But how about hugs?"

She was stunned for his words for a moment. But, yes… Or not?

Before Wendy could think clearly, Henson had pulled her into his arms.

"Then in this way, I won't see your eyes and you can cry now."

She was speechless about him again. Shouldn't he say don't cry anymore?

Yes, she knew he never acted like others.

But... His body was so warm that even her cold heart start to became warm.

A red sports car passed by.

Julia in the car was so shocked to see this that she almost braked in the middle of the street.

Bi*ch Wendy. Why did she stay together with Mr. Charles?

The red care stopped in the yard of the Nicholson family. Julia got off and quickly ran home.

Ken was sitting in the courtyard. So Julia ran over and exclaimed to him, "Dad, I just saw the daughter

of that bi*ch. Guess who she's with now?."

Ken scolded coldly, "Julia, I told you many times that she your sister." Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

"Pfft. I do not have a sister like her. Dad, don't even think to force me to acknowledge her. Or I will

regard you as my father anymore."

"Enough." Ken was more annoyed, "Who is she with?"

"Mr. Charles. They cuddled by road. This bi*ch must go crazy. How dare she to mess up with Mr.

Charles."

Julia was unhappy for Mr. Charles was the dream of all women here.

How could he like Wendy?

She couldn’t accept it.

Ken's expression looked bad too.

Is Wendy planning to go against him?

He didn't believe he could not even control a young girl like her.

Henson brought Wendy back home.

Howell was waiting in Henson's living room.

Seeing Henson carrying Wendy back, his eyes almost popped out with shock.

Henson sent Wendy back to her room, and Howell followed them in.

Henson said, "Finish your questions quickly. Miss Evans needs rest."

"All right."

Henson looked at Wendy for a while, then he turned to leave.

Howell closed the door. Then he grinned to ask, "Miss Evans, why do your get red eyes? What does

my brother do to you?"

Wendy knew Howell was thinking dirty. She replied embarrassingly, "You guess wrong. Mr. Charles just

happened to help me for I got some troubles. Take out your books. We should start study now."

Howell just smirked. His brother offered help to others? He didn’t believe that would happen.

On the second floor, Henson was making a call with the secretary.

"Investigate the Nicholson family and Wendy. Bring all her information to me tomorrow."