Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife

Chapter 179

When Wendy arrived home, Henson was watching business news on TV in the living room.

He smirked upon seeing her smug face and commented, "It appears that the problem has been solevd

pretty well,"

She then hopped over to his side of the sofa like a giddy rabbit and plopped herself in the spot right

beside him.

"Let me tell you a supernatural story of how I was destined to meet Linda from the start," she started.

He switched off the television and focused all of his attention on her. "I'm listening," he smirked.

She proceeded to tell him about the coffee shop incident Linda had related to her just now.

She crossed her arms upon finishing the story. "Back then, I felt really accomplished since that was the

first time I saved someone after learning how to do CPR. But after knowing her sister's story, don't you

think I deserve to feel proud of myself at the fact that I was able to grant someone happiness by saving

a life?" she asked.

"Yep, you're super cool for doing that. It seems like Linda really does have your back on this one," he

replied while tousling her hair.

She nodded profusely at that and said, "She's helped me countless of times before this too. Like that

one time where she helped me by lending me her scarf after seeing that I got hickeys on my neck," NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

She then slapped her hands together and continued, "It feels really nice knowing that someone has

your back, doesn't it?"

"I've never seen you this happy even though I always have your back," he pouted.

She giggled and shot him a look. "You don't understand. It just feels different when you know you have

a woman who has your covered compared to a man," she said.

"How's it different?" he asked.

"There's lust thrown into the mix whenever you say you have my back, but it's different for women.

When women say they have your back, it's pure and unadulterated. 'I think you're a good person, so I'll

have your back no matter what'. That's the difference between the two," she explained.

He raised an eyebrow after hearing that. "Oh? But the only thing I've heard women say are the three

things they should avoid - fire, theft and bestie," he said.

"Killjoy," she shot and pouted.

"I’m just saying. No one will treat the other well for no reason, whether it be men, women, or even

friends, especially when it comes to their emotions. You're not wrong in saying that the reason I'm so

nice to you is because I want to be with you, but I feel the same goes for Linda. She's being nice to you

as she wants to repay you, no?"

She raised an eyebrow in response. "Then what about my bestie, Judy? Why do you reckon she's best

friends with me?" she snapped.

"Doesn't it have to do with your trust and love for her? After all, it's really hard to find someone whom

you can trust and also love unconditionally in this world," he said

then rubbed her head. "Am I wrong for saying that then?" he asked.

She shook her head then slapped his hand away.

Why was it that everything he said was always so hard to argue against?

"Can we eat now that you think I'm right? I'm starving after having to wait for you for so long," he

whined.

"Huh? Why'd you wait for me? I already had a meal with the Linda," she said.

His expression changed in an instant. "Wait, so after waiting for you at the campus gates for an hour,

and after waiting another hour at home, I still can't eat with you in the end?" he asked, frustrated.

She gave him an apologetic smile. "Look at the time. Why didn't you eat something knowing that I

wasn't going to be home until late? Why'd you wait for me?" she reasoned.

"Can't you be more responsible for your own actions, Wendy?" he said then raised an eyebrow at her

and glared at her from the corner of his eyes.

She felt guilty after hearing that and pouted. "What I meant to say was that you shouldn't have waited

for me and that you should've had something to eat first before I came back. Even if I came back to

have dinner with you, it's not like I can feed you rice a grain at a time, right?" she said.

"That actually sounds like a good idea. You should feed me when we have dinner later then. I've

decided that this would be your punishment for not keeping your promises towards me twice in a day,"

"You're kidding," she said and glared at him.

He turned to face Donald, who was standing not far away. "Please attend to your own matters and

don't come back until the next time I call for you," he instructed.

Donald obliged as always.

After he'd ushered all the servants away, Henson turned back to face her and motioned to the direction

of the kitchen with his eyes.

"Go get my food now. I've already readied myself," he chuckled.

"Are you actually being serious right now? Does a big man like you still need someone to feed them

their food?" she asked, flabbergasted.

"I heard that couples these days like to call each other 'baby'. Seeing how that's the case, can't I be the

'baby' in our relationship now? Hurry up, or else the baby's gonna get cranky soon," he joked.

"'Baby'?" she thought as a shiver travelled down her spine. This trope clearly doesn't suit a guy like him

at all.

She crossed her arms together and huffed, "Then you can be cranky all you want. I'll be going back to

my room to read,"

She then stood up from her seat and was ready to leave when

he piped up in a flat tone, "Sure, but don't go blaming me if I decide to do something crazy to you when

we meet next Friday in the multimedia hall. After all, I'd still be cranky by then,"

She clenched her teeth with her back turned to him.

"You're such a meanie, Henson Charles," she thought to herself and

headed into the kitchen instead of going upstairs.

He was a man of power and of status, so she shouldn't offend him as and when she liked.

After all, he was a man who always followed through on his words.

She brought his dinner out and laid it out on the space in front of him. "Beef, please," he requested

while pointing at his food with a finger.

She fed him.

After he finished munching on that, he pointed again.

"Yam, please," he requested once more.

Again, she fed him.

She glared at him in contempt as he kept pointing at his food.

He smiled after this went on for a long while. "Can't you smile? Your pissed off face is enough to give

me indigestion," he whined.

Upon seeing that he was wearing loose-fitting clothes, she lifted her gaze and forced a smile. "Come

on, open wide, ah-"

But just as he was about to eat it, the blueberry she'd pierced suddenly fell off her fork.

She immediately extended an arm out to catch it, but instead squished it and smeared it on his

collarbone,

causing her fingers to graze his neck with the icy cool innards of the blueberry.

She retracted her hands and twitched. "Oh no, I didn't mean to do that. I swear I didn't do it on

purpose," she apologised, feigning innocence.

He wasn't angry at her after seeing that she'd succeeded in getting back at him, but

merely picked up another blueberry to smear on her neck in retaliation.

Her anger flared immediately. "Henson, you petty b*stard! I already told you I didn't do it on purpose!"

she screamed.

"Oh, I did it on purpose though. This is because I want to teach you how to get rid of blueberry stains,"

he said.

Before she could make sense of what he meant, he'd inched near her and quickly licked the juices off

of her neck.

Her entire body shook as if she'd been electrocuted. She immediately moved backwards and shot him

a glare.

Was he implying that he wanted her to get rid of the blueberry juices on his neck in the same manner?

Wasn't that equal to asking her to act like a thug?

She didn't want to do it. She absolutely refused to do it.

While she was still lost in her thoughts, he smirked and stretched his neck to the side. "Come on now,

I'm ready for it. And don't worry, I've showered so I'm pretty clean there," he insisted.

Only he could think up of such perverted ways of torturing her on the fly like that.

'Ready'? It felt more so like he was born ready for this.

But she still refused to do it. She absolutely couldn't do such a thing.

However, it felt like her plans of running away were futile too.

After mulling it over, she faced him with a shy gaze and pursed her lips. "Close your eyes first," she

giggled.

One look at her and he knew that she was up to no good, but he obliged anyways. After all, he was

curious to see what she'd do.