Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife

Chapter 32 Wendy Evans, not Wendy Nicholson.

After examination, Henson carried Wendy out of the hospital.

The doctor said because her ankle could easily be twisted again, so she should be careful.

After using the medicine, Wendy planed to limp and jump out. But Henson directly carried her up to his

breast and brought her out of the hospital.

Wendy buried her face in his chest for the whole time.

It wasn't because she was touched; she felt shame.

When they returned home, Henson carried her to the bedroom in front of Donald. "Tell Howell the class

will be at Wendy’s room. Besides, ask Baron to drive Wendy to school every day until her legs are

healed."

"Mr. Charles, I am just OK. I don't need a driver, and …"

"You got hurt for you went to the dinner with me. I should be responsible for it. Donald, take care

of Miss Evans. "

Henson left then.

Donald answered respectfully, "Yes, Mr. Charles."

She felt much pressure.

The next day, Baron really sent her to the school.

Just when she got off from the car, Wendy saw Bain and his Porsche.

Many students passing by were taking pictures of his car.

Bain didn't care about that and walked towards Wendy.

She shifted her gaze to get the walking sticks from Baron.

"Baron, you are free now. I'll go into the school by myself."

Baron left while Bain walked over.

Seeing the bandages on her legs, Bain felt worried, "Wendy, what happened to your feet?"

"I fell." She said calmly.

"Does it hurt?" Bain bent down to check her feet but Wendy moved her body.

"It does not hurt."

Seeing her indifferent action, Bain stood up. "Are you angry at me?" NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

She lowered her eyes, "For what?"

Bain sighed to hold her shoulders, "Alright, Wendy, I shouldn't talked with you like that yesterday. But

when you left angrily, I felt really bad for you are my dear sister, you know?"

Looking at Bain's down expression, Wendy also felt sad.

After all, only Bain of the Nicholson family considered her to be a real relative.

Wendy was about to say something but her cell phone rang.

She took the phone out of her bag and checked the number.

It was an unmarked, kinda familiar and unfamiliar phone number.

She glanced at Bain and turned around to pick up the phone, "Hello."

"Come to see me today when you are free."

"Sir, you called the wrong phone number for I don't know you."

"Wendy Nicholson!" The man berated, "How dare you to speak to me like that?"

Wendy clenched her fists, "You are wrong. My name is Wendy Evans. Once my mother wanted me to

become Wendy Nicholson before, but Mr. Nicholson, you strongly opposed it at that time. So I hope Mr.

Nicholson can call my real name. Also, please don't call me again. Bye!"

She then hung up without any hesitation.

Bain looked at her with worry, "It is from dad, right?"

Wendy replied dryly, "I have no father. Your surname is Nicholson But mine is Evans. So stop calling

me sister and don't come to me again. I don't want to get in touch with the Nicholson family anymore. "