Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife novel Chapter 97

In late August, Wendy began to busy herself with her job in the university.

She was assigned to be the assistant teacher for 210 new students of Business Administration.

The school was bustling with noise and excitement at the first few days in the new semester.

Even with the help of the student union, Wendy was still in a rush and a muddle.

At half past nine in the evening, Wendy just left the school. 

Along the way to her house, her phone kept buzzing with new news from the new students in the group chat.

Henson's car came into her sight as she went near the building.

Wendy was really dispirited. Henson walked to her to caress her head, "Feeling very tired now?"

"Almost exhausted." Wendy smiled.

"Do you still want to do this job? I can help you to transfer to a new position."

Wendy shook her head, "No, this job is tiring but also very interesting. The freshmen reminded me of the past. Can you believe that? In our class, I even met a girl who doesn't know how to get her duvet into a cover?"

"So?"

Wendy shrugged. "So I guess her parents must love her very much. What an enviable life she has!"

"I mean, who helped her to get it done finally?"

"I did."

Henson frowned, "You are an assistant teacher now. Why do you have to that thing? "

"Yes, in fact, we assistant teacher are more like a nanny for the students for they will ask us for help no matter what happen to them."

"Then why do you still want to be an assistant teacher? If you like to be a nanny, then you can be my personal nanny, and I can offer you a good salary."

Wendy rolled at Henson. She would rather attend to thousands of students than serve this horrible man.

"No, I refuse it."

"Why? Isn't this job better? "

Wendy lowered her eyes for a moment. Then she looked at him, "My mother's biggest dream was to see me to be a teacher. She wished me to marry a good man and then lived an ordinary life with him forever."

"So, being an assistant teacher is not your own dream?"

"So is your dream to be the CEO of the company?"

Henson's expression suddenly turned bad, "We're talking about your dream."

"On this point, we are the same. My dream is formed by my original family. My mother always said her expectation on me, so that I decided that my biggest dream was to be a teacher over time. Moreover, I don't think it is a bad dream. Just like today,  although I am tired, I feel very fulfilling too."

Wendy then started laughing.

Henson felt speechless. After all, his dream was not be the CEO, which would confine him in the company for a whole life.

"Haven't you eaten your dinner?"

"No.

I have no more energy for cooking today. So I will eat instant noodles. You'd better not eat it with me."

"You will ruin your body with that instant food over time." Henson said as he took out his phone to call the Donald to get some food for them.

Wendy did not trouble others. She wanted to stop Henson, but it was too late for he had already finished the call.

In this situation, her objection was probably futile.

After heading upstairs, Wendy returned to her room to get changed.

Then they sitting together on the sofa to watch TV, waiting for Donald to bring food to them.

At the very beginning, Wendy would still laugh to the jokes in the programs. But then in less than five minutes, Wendy stopped making any sounds.

Henson turned around to check her, but she had been asleep already.

After turning off the TV with the remote, he went into her room to find a blanket to cover her.

Henson then couldn't help but lower his head to kiss her forehead. He curled his lips into a smile.

It was already half past ten in the evening, when Donald delivered the food to them.