Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife novel Chapter 104

The cooks of Charles family became busy again for Wendy.

Wendy felt really guilty for it was already quite late now.

Yet, Henson just crossed his legs to watch the television leisurely.

A servant brought up some pineberries for them.

Henson immediately hand the fruit bowl to her. "You can have some fruits first."

After the servant left, Wendy began to eat them slowly.

Henson thought for a moment, then he asked, "What fruits do you like?"

"Me?" After thinking for a while, Wendy replied, "Banana."

Henson made an ambiguous smile to her, "You really like... the big and long thing. But unfortunately, it is too soft. "

Wendy instantly realizing what her was implying. "What are you thinking?" Wendy blushed.

"Isn't the banana always big and long?"

"I also like to eat mangoes." Wendy retorted, "They are round."

Henson stifled his laugh for he did want to upset her again.

Wendy was unhappy to put the fruit bowl back onto the desk. At the same time, Henson reached a hand to help her to steady the bowl. "As an exchange, I can tell you that I like cherries most."

"I thought you will like the durian most."

"Are you mocking me now?"

Wendy just sneered at him, but kept eating the fruits again.

Finally, she defeated him.

She just finished a bowl of pineberries, then Donald came to ask them to have dinner.

"Mr. Charles, Miss Evans, the dinner is ready."

"Okay, let's go eat." said Henson.

Wendy was shocked to see the dished covered almost the whole dining table.

In less than an hour, they had cooked a dozen of dishes for them…

She swallowed her saliva to look at Henson.

Henson winked at her and said, "Sit down and you can eat now."

Wendy was still a little embarrassed.

"Miss Evans, as we don't know your favorite dishes but  were also told that you were very hungry, so we have prepared as many dishes as we can quickly. If there is something you don't like, you can tell me to remove it from the table."

"No, not at all. I like them all. Thank you very much."

"That's what we should do for you. Miss Evans. It's our pleasure."

"OK, Donald, you all can leave here now." Henson knew Wendy would feel uncomfortable to be surrounded by so many people when she was eating.

"Why do you ask them to have prepared so many dishes for me? We can't finish them all today." Wendy asked Henson immediately after they were alone.

"Like I said, pig-amount food for you.

The food here in fact is not enough for the real pig at all."

"Henson!" Wendy felt both embarrassed and angry.

"Alright, alright! I will not tease you anymore. Then you can hurry up to eat you food."

He picked some meat for her as he said this.

Wendy pursed his lips with displeasure but then she still started to eat the meat.

Henson only ate a few food before getting a phone call. He then went to the study room.

After he finished his work and went out again, Wendy had already stopped her eating and put the shoulder strap of the bag across her breast, looking like she was leaving.

 "Are you full?" Henson was puzzled to ask.

"Yes, and it's getting late. I need to go back now."

"But how could you just leave me alone to have the dinner? You should accompany me."

As he spoke, he walked back to the table.

"This is your own house, so you can eat as long as you want. But in ten minutes, there's no bus for me to go back home."

"That would be better. You can stay here tonight."

"No, I don't want to stay here." Wendy firmly refused.

She was determined to not live with him again, who was too dangerous.

Henson's eyes turn strict as he looked at Wendy. "But your refusal is invalid. You must stay here tonight."

"Henson, what are you planning now?" Wendy turned alert.

"Planning?" Henson shook his head. He then laughed to her and said, "What are you thinking? Your mind is so dirty, I find. Don't worry, I won't let you get me tonight. I just want you to help me with some work."

Wendy was speechless. She had never wanted to get him, ok?

 "What do you need?" Wendy pouted.

"I just received a call about a very important cooperation. Dayne will come here soon. Then both of you can help me."

Wendy then took off her bag and nodded to him, "Alright then."

Then she went to the table to eat with him again.

"You looked disappointed when I said that you would not get me tonight." Henson smiled to make a joke with her. 

Wendy glared at him. "If you keep talking with me in this way, then I'm going to leave now."

"Do you know what I like most about you? You're so stubborn like a smelly stone in the toilet. But how could I still like your nature so much?"

"Because you are a weirdo. You're asking for trouble yourself."

"Yes, probably." Henson laughed heartily.

Half an hour later, Dayne arrived at the house.

He carried a stack of documents with him. Then they went to Henson's study room together.

They divided up the work, and each of them found a comfortable place to get busy in working.

Donald had someone prepare some night snacks for them ahead in case that they would work overnight.

It was until one o'clock in the morning that they had some time to have a rest first.

Henson then found Wendy had fallen asleep on the tea table.

He walked over to her and pulled the documents out of her arms to Dayne.

Then he gently carried her up into his breast.

Dayne went to open the door for him.

Seeing Henson carrying Wendy upstairs, Dayne could not help but think that Wendy must have saved the whole world in her previous life.

Or how could she had got the cold and bossy Henson's careful love.

The next morning, Wendy woke up 

Wendy hurriedly sat up for the unfamiliar surroundings.

Isn't it the... Henson's room.

Hearing the sound of the running water in the bathroom, Wendy felt like she was still in a dream. When did she go upstairs?

When she saw the clock on the wall, a thunder exploded in her mind.

Da*n! It's been a quarter past seven. She would be late.

She got out of bed to search her cell phone and bag for some time, then she suddenly remembered that they're all in the study.

No wonder she did not hear any alarm at all.

Wendy stormed off the room and went downstairs.

Henson came out the bathroom only to find that Wendy had left.

He changed his clothes and then came downstairs to see Donald, who just came in.

"Mr. Charles, how's your night?"

"Um, good. Where is Miss Evans? I can't find her."

"Miss Evans just ran down and left in a hurry. She seemed to be late for work and don't even have time to wash up. So when she was carrying her bag, I packed some breakfast for her. Then I also asked a driver to send her to the school."

"Alright. You can go to the guest room to wake Dayne up now."

"Okay, Mr. Charles."

Henson smiled for he could imagine how hurried Wendy could be. 

It was the peak time in the morning. Wendy was so anxious that she even wanted to cry.

It was exactly ten to eight, when she arrived at the school gate.

Within seven minutes, Wendy sprinted into the office building.

But unfortunately, when she was about to go into her office to clock in, Gorman just came out from it.lightnoveldaily.com