Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife

The woman was very beautiful and elegant.

Seeing Henson coming with a woman, she was startled for a second. But she still stood up and smile gently.

"Henson. This is …"

Henson smiles slightly, "This is Howell's home tutor. You can call her Miss Evans."

The woman smiled to this answer and said, " Miss Evans. Nice to meet you! I am Daisy Hunt."

Wendy nodded to her, "Nice to meet you! Miss. Hunt."

Henson said, "Take a seat."

Then Wendy sat down next to him.

Daisy moved her eyes away to Henson. "I was worried that this meal would affect your work."

"No, but you would not mind that I also take Miss Evans here, right? After all, I made an earlier appointment with Miss Evans before."

Daisy shook her head with a laugh. "Not at all. I hope Miss Evans won't mind. I ordered food that you like. But I don't know what Miss Evans would like to eat, so how about I get a menu for you, Miss Evans?"

Hunt. I'm not

hand naturally stroked on Wendy’s head. He said with love, "She's not picky with food. She also likes what I

froze for his

Then Miss Evans would have a

was awkward. Henson's sudden stroke shocked

the whole dinner, Henson served her with

her food gracefully and

would so take a glance at

dinner, they

car with one

to have a look at Wendy. Then she asked softly, "Miss Evans. Can I

go back to the car."

left, Daisy bit her lips. She looked at

"Good."

in this way anymore.

his eyes. "I am not angry at you. I

you. I know you did

go home. I have to send Miss

the door for

sorry," she said. Then