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?"

good. Miss. Hunt. I'm not a

He said with love, "She's not picky

froze for his

still said, "That's good. Then

sudden stroke shocked

served her with different food like a

ate her

she would so take a glance at

they left

the car with one arm around Wendy's

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

go back to the car." She turned around and

bit her lips. She looked at Henson with red eyes and asked,

"Good."

me angry in this way anymore. I don't want

at you. I truly

I know you

have to send Miss Evans back to school. Besides I have a meeting in

opened the door

sighed and lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry," she said. Then she got into