Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife

Chapter 59 Find me a mouse hole.

"Didn't you ask me to marry you?"

Wendy burped in fright to look at him, "Did I?"

"Yes, it's you, you said you want me to marry you to help you fight monsters.And the Nicholson family is

the monster. What did Nicholson family do to you yesterday? Wake up! Let's get married. Then I will

help you in that."

Wendy didn't want to listen more. She needed a mouse hole to calm down.

"That... Henson… I was drunk and just said some nonsense. Just pretend you did not hear it please."

"I just knew you wanted to marry me, so you came to my house in the night and even offered yourself

to me."

Wendy went blank. She did recall some erotic scenes.

Wasn't that her dream?

She bit her thumb, feeling ashamed, embarrassed.

"Why not say anything anymore?"

"I'm thinking if I can find a mouse hole in such a luxurious house."

Henson could not help laughing out. Then he shook head to leave the room.

Wendy was a little broken down. She patted heavily on her head twice. Turning around to lie on the

bed, Wendy hit her head to the pillow.

Wendy was going crazy for shame.

Before she could be clam again, Henson returned.

Seeing this, Henson wanted to laugh but then held it back.

She tortured him for a whole night.

How could he let her off the hook easily today?

Just a second later, Wendy had sat up straight to look at him.

Henson placed some new clothes on the bed to her. "Your clothes are dirty. I get these for you."

Henson went out. And Wendy took a bath with grave feelings. She changed the clothes and went

downstairs.

On the way to the first floor, Wendy found all the servants were looking at her strangely. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

She then arrived at the living room. Henson said, "Come here to eat breakfast."

"Thanks, but I'm not hungry." Wendy shook her head.

She checked the time and exaggeratedly said to herself, "Oh my, it's late. I need leave now."

"You still have an hour and a half."

"…The bus is slow."

"After having breakfast, I'll take you to the company by car. After all, there is a thing that we need do

together before work."

Wendy blushed. Did he... really want to take her to get married?

"I really do not need breakfast today."

Henson said calmly, "Donald, please take Miss Evans to the seat."

Feeling embarrassed, Wendy could only sit in front of him. "Can I talk with you alone?"

Henson waving his hand, Donald led the people out.

Wendy apologized shamefully, "I don't know what I have said to you last night. I was drunk. I don't plan

to get married with you."

"Miss Evans, do you have a double personality?"

"I've already said I was drunk. But I'm sober now. Henson, can't we just forget it?"

Henson could not bear to see Wendy's devastated face, so he moved the topic on, "Alright, I can forget

it this time but next time..."

Wendy shook her head firmly. "No next time. I need stop drinking."

"Then eat."

Wendy nodded to have some bread. Then she asked, "Last night, did we …"

Wendy stopped for she did not know how to say that.

Henson smirked. " Do you want to ask if we had sex last night?"

Wendy blushed and nodded.

"I'm a gentleman."

Wendy exhaled in relief.

But then she heard, "Before the the real move, I stopped for I don't want to be said to take advantage

of your drunk state."

What?

Wendy swallowed.

So the former steps?

So the red mark on her body was not an alcohol allergy.

So awkward.

She did not say anything, but just finished the meal.

Before they left home, Henson pointed at the crystal lamp on the table.

"Don't you need your magic ball?"

She then turned her head, feeling confused. "Magic ball…What?"

Henson shook his head to laugh. Then he turned and walked out.

Wendy scratched her brow.

What did he mean?

Walking out into the courtyard, she saw someone planting a tree.

Why did they suddenly add a cherry blossom here?

Henson turned to look at her naturally, "I've planted your sister here. When missing her, just come and

see her at any time."

"Huh?" Wendy's stunned again.

Henson looked at her with suppressed laugh, "Don't you think it looks familiar? "

Wendy looked at him speechlessly. "What're you talking about?"

Henson laughed, "Just forget it. You'd better not remember it for your own good. Let's go."

At the gate, Henson got into the car. But Wendy said worriedly, "It's not appropriate for me to take your

car."

"Two choices for you. Getting late or getting into my car. "

Without saying anything further, Wendy opened the door and got inside.

It was quiet in the car. Wendy turned around to look at the scenery outside.

When they passed by a street with cherry blossoms trees, a terrifying scene flashed through her mind

…

"Oh my." Wendy put her hand on her lips.

Henson looked at her to ask. "What happened?"

"That tree." Wendy said. "In your courtyard …"

"So you remember it now?"

Her face flushed red immediately. "I... must be dreaming. "

"No, I remember that you made an oath with the tree. You hugged it so tight that I could only promise

you to bring it home, then you're willing to let go of it. I kept my promise and got the tree back for you.

Don't be too grateful. Anyway, you were drunk."

Wendy closed her eyes shamefully.

Henson hugged his chest, "I just don't know you treated the tree as your younger or elder sister? But

judging by the age, it definitely was elder than you."

Wendy said nothing but still turned to glare at him.

Henson said calmly, "What's wrong? Or in fact, you wanted to treat it as your daughter? "

Wendy gritted her teeth, "You’d better shut up now."

"Alright." Henson answered indifferently. But he couldn't help but smile to the view outside.

Wendy was truly too interesting.