How to Get a Wife

Chapter 68 Be Misunderstood

As a matter of fact, Jack would be off school at four o'clock in the afternoon. But because of her work, she had to ask him to wait for her in the kindergarten. In addition, she had to bother the teacher to take care of him. Jack's head teacher had also visited Joanna for many times. If she is really busy, she can ask Jack's father to pick him up. It can't be like this every day.

Besides, she might often have to work overtime or attend dinners with Wilson in the future, and then Jack had to stay at home.

'It was me who had to take care of him, but most of the time, Jack have to stay at home alone.' Joanna felt sorry that she didn't take good care of Jack. But it was impossible for her to send him back to Gong family. Let's put it this way. Everything would be fine when Glenn returned.

Glenn hadn't gone abroad for a long time.

"Is the child your son?"

"Well, that..." Joanna didn't know whether she should explain it or not. In fact, Emily had warned her not to expose the truth, but it was true that Jack was not her child.

"He is cute."

"Oh, thank you."

The atmosphere in the car got awkward again. They didn't talk to each other until they arrived at Rose Manor. Joanna looked out of the window and Wilson drove carefully.

Wilson parked the car at the gate of the hotel in the twilight, gave the key to the parking Valet, and took Joanna to the compartment.

"Mr. Wilson, it has been a while! Why are you so late?" A well-dressed man came up to greet him as soon as he walked in.

"I was late because I had to deal with something."

"Who is this Miss?"

"My assistant, Miss Joanna. This is Mr. Wang, a director of RY International, "

"Hello, Mr. Wang." She then politely bowed to that man.

"Mr. Wilson is so lucky. Your assistant is beautiful. Will Miss Lin be jealous if she knows this?" The sly humor in his words stiffened Joanna's body.

She wondered whether everyone had known about Wilson and Linda.

"No, Linda is considerate. It's for work," Wilson said with a smile, as if he had been an intimate lover with Linda.

"Then I wish Mr. Wilson and Miss Linda happiness." Then he raised his glass.

"Thank you. I can't drink today. My assistant can do it for me."

He looked at Joanna so she had to raise her glass. Smiling, she said, "Okay, I will help with Mr. Wilson's drink tonight."

"Is that ok? She's a girl after all. Can she take it? Mr. Wilson, you are so rude to a woman. "

"How can she be my assistant if she can't even do such a little thing?" He smiled scornfully. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Joanna did not know how much alcohol she could drink, but in her heart, she did not want to be looked down upon by Wilson, so she clutched the cup tightly.

"No problem. Mr Wang, please don't worry about me."

"Okay, I like a forthright person, here you are."

During the meal, Joanna didn't eat much, but drank a lot. She felt a little dizzy. Fortunately, the dinner was over. Otherwise, she really didn't know whether she could hold on or not.

"Is everything okay with you, Miss Joanna?"

"I'm fine... Thank you for your concern. " She tried to keep herself awake.

"Miss Joanna, you are a good drinker. I will invite you to dinner next time."

"Take care, Mr. Wang." Seeing that Mr. Wang got on the car and sat on the seat, Joanna was relieved. She finally didn't have to suffer.

Wilson got on the car. Looking at the sleeping Joanna who was leaning against the glass, he kept silent for a long time. Then he turned his body to help her with the safety belt.

"Wilson... You bastard... "

Wilson was going to take his hand back but stopped when he heard what she said. He looked up at the sleeping girl, and wondered, 'is she cursing me when she's asleep?

Wouldn't she be much crazier when she was sober?

He suddenly had a feeling of exasperation. He pinched her chin and lifted her face. "You dare say it again."

But he didn't get any reply. Her breath was even and stable. He felt that he had been a little stupid to take the woman who had drunk too much to heart. So he let go of the hand that was pinching her face.

Casting a glance at her, he guessed that she might not be able to take care of herself in this way, not to mention that she had a child in her home. So he turned the steering wheel and drove to his apartment.

When he arrived, Joanna had not yet woken up. Wilson carried her directly upstairs, opened the door and threw her on the bed of the guest room.

He picked up a quilt and put it on Joanna, then turned around, went to take a bath and went to bed.

Early the next morning, when Joanna woke up, she found herself in a strange room. It was clean and simple, and she couldn't recall where she was.

The result of the hangover was that she had a splitting headache. She only remembered that she went to a dinner party with Wilson last night, which helped him drink a lot, and his business was done. She was in trouble. He sent Mr. Wang away, and then... She couldn't remember what had happened.

At this time, the door was opened. Shocked, Joanna stared at Wilson who was standing at the door.

He just came out of the bathroom, the water on his body had not completely dried, and he was only wearing a pair of cotton long pants. His thin and strong body was obvious. Standing at the door, the drops of water dropped from his hair into his trousers, which shocked Joanna.

'Why is she here? And what happened last night?'

"Have you seen enough?" Wilson frowned.

"Oh, sorry." She pulled the quilt to cover her face. Damn, she stared at his naked body in a daze. She must have been treated as a lascivious woman.

"Now that you are awake, get dressed and come out for breakfast Besides, you didn't cover your face until now. Is it too fake? "

Hearing these words, Joanna blushed with shame. She knew that he had misunderstood her. It was so humiliating.

After closing the door, she got off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean herself up. Since she stayed here last night, she didn't go home last night and Jack was alone at home. She had to go back as soon as possible.

When Joanna walked out of the room, she saw Wilson was turning newspapers. There were two breakfasts on the table. It was what he often did that month. The moment Joanna saw the breakfast, her eyes turned red. The warmth of the past was gone.