Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife

Chapter 83 He was incredibly unreasonable.

Dayne suddenly went blank.

Was Mr. Charles serious?

He had never been to the canteen before.

What was going on now?

Mr. Charles had not been himself recently.

Henson saying that, he got up to head out.

Dayne hurried to catch up with him, "Mr. Charles. There must be many people in the canteen now.

Should I call the canteen to claen them out first?"

"Why? They are all my employees. They all have the right to eat. I don't need that. Just come with me."

Dayne quickly shut his mouth up.

Henson's appearance forze all the people in the canteen in a short time.

Some people stopped their eating immediately.

The rest shut their mouths up too.

Everyone turned to look at him.

But Henson's sight just swept across them. Soon he found his beautiful woman.

He curled his lips and said mildly, "Please ignore me and have your lunch."

Dayne immediately used his top voice to repeat Henson's words, "Everyone, please just continue your

eating."

Even he said so, they still didn't move their sight away from Henson, who was walking firmly to Joye

and Wendy.

Joye stood up to greet Henson, "Mr. Charles."

Wendy could only stand up to bend respectfully to him and greet to him, "Mr. Charles."

"Um," He looked at Joye and ordered, "Move inside to leave your seat to me."

Joye immediately followered his instruction. "Please just take your seats." Henson smiled to

Wendy sitting opposite.

"Get me the lunch." Hensoned made the order to Dayne after seeing Wendy and Joye sit dwon.

"O... okay." Dayne shifted his amazing gaze away from Wendy.

He was truly stupefied to see Wendy again here.

When did Miss Evans work at this company?

Could she be the reason to Mr. Charles's recent strange behaviours?

Hmm, it must be true.

Since he was asked to investigate Miss Evans, Mr. Charles had changed a lot.

They became quiet soon. Henson hugged his chest to stare at Wendy. But after three seconds, he

shifted his gaze to Joye, "I heard some of the food here were good?"

Joye replied anxiously, "Yes, Mr. Charles. We also have different kinds of food here."

"Um, that's good."

From others' views, Henson seemed to come down here for Joye.

Some even guessed Mr. Charles had a crush on Joye.

However, Joye just looked common.

Why would Mr. Charles lkie her?

But no matter what the reason was, the canteen today was quieter than usual.

Dayne brought over the food. He placed it on the desk in front of Henson.

"Mr. Charles, I just chosed some popular dishes for you."

"Thank you. You can also take your seat now."

Dayne hesitated to sit beside Wendy.

But when he just came near Wendy, Henson glanced sideways at him. "Find yourself another seat."

Seeing that, Joye patted the seat on her other side. "Dayne, come and sit here."

Dayne immediately moved his feet over.

Mr. Charles's sight was too frightening.

Wendy just lowered her head to eat silently.

No one knew her depression in heart.

Why did he come here? It was too evident to everyone that he came here for someone. He was

incredibly unreasonable.

She was angry and treated Henson as invisible air without having a look at him.

Henson held back his laughter. He knew Wendy must be afraid that their relationship would be

exposed.

After all, there were too many people here now. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

But she deserved this for she should not hang up his phone so quick.

This was his punishment.

Henson just picked up his chopsticks to eat.

As he ate, he asked causally, "Did you enjoy the dinner with him last night?"

Joye was startled for Mr. Charles's sudden confusing question. Then she realized that he was asking

Wendy. So did it mean that Mr. Charles even know Wendy's private life?

But a dinner with other man? Were Mr. Charles and Wendy really not a couple?

But apparently Mr. Charles had a crush on Wendy.

So... Wendy rejected Mr. Charles?

But how could that be possible? Who would refuse Mr. Charles?

Wendy knew Henson was asking her about the dinner with Bain. But she refused to answer that so she

kept silent.

"Miss Evans, I'm asking you." Henson straightly called her name.

His voice was a little loud. Wendy tensed up suddenly. She looked around to check if any one

happened to hear that. But lucky to her, people were busying eating. Then, she replied with a low

voice, "It's good."

Henson smiled and continued his eating. "Did he tell you anything?"

"No."

"How is it possible?"

"No, he did not." A trace of displeasure could be found in her voice.

Dayne swallowed his saliva for her reckless attitude to Henson.

Was she… crazy? How dared she speak to Mr. Henson in that rude way?

But Henson was not angry. "I'm going to join a party tonight. Would you like to come? l need a

companion."

Wendy silenlty raised one of her eyebows.

So, it meant she could eat alone tonight?

So good!

"No, thanks. Mr. Charles, taking while eating will affect your appetite. So please just have your lunch

quitely."

"You did treat me like this before. Tsk,tsk,tsk, you woman…"

Joye and Dayne were all dumbfounded.

One could not felt the taste of the food anymore.

The other one's jaw was about to fall down from the face with such a big surprise.

What was going on here now? They both wanted to asked. S

Wendy quickly finished her food, she then put down her forks to stand up to bow to Henson. "Mr.

Charles, byebye."

She gave a sorry look to Joye and ran away from them.

It was dangerous here.

Then Joye was left behind with Henosn.

"Do people still keep harassing her recently?"

"No, Mr. Charles, please don't worry. I have arranged Jimmy to have a business trip. He just returned

today."

"Very good. Keep reporting the information to me."

"I got it."

After work, Wendy hummed a tune to the kitchen.

But thinking of eating alone tonight, she suddenly felt a little lonely.

...

She turned to walk out of the kitchen, and then ordered a takeout.

Tonight, she wanted have a good rest.

At nine o'clock, when she was about to go to bed, she suddenly felt some pain in the stomach.

She rubbed it for some time, but still felt uncomfortable.

A few minutes later, she ended up throwing up and having a diarrhea the bathroom.

After several rounds of suffering, she felt both dizzy and got chest tightness.

She found the medicine kit to take two pills.

But she did not feel better.

At about ten o'clock, her phone rang.

She was so weak that she almost falied to turn around. With some efforts, she managed to pick up the

phone. "Hello?"

Henson heard her weak voice.So he frowned and asked, "Are you sleeping now?"

"No…t yet."

"Why do you hear so strange?"

"Nothing. I'm just a little tired."

She just finished her words, the nausea feeling coming up into her mouth again. She then hung up

quickly and ran to the bathroom before Henson noticed anything.