Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife

Chapter 51, Taking care of my body? Good girl.

Wendy just nodded without any hesitation, "OK, then what do you want to eat?"

"What about you? Is there any restaurant that you really want to give a try?"

"I usually cook at home."

Henson raised his eyebrows with surprise and asked, "You cook?"

"Yes."

Henson curled his lips into a slight smile, "Then you could buy some ingredients and make a dinner for

me at your home."

But Wendy was still a little worried and hesitant. "But I am afraid those daily dishes may not be suitable

to your appetite."

"You can try first. I have to join a meeting now. So bye first."

After hanging up, Wendy let out a long breath in the car. "Please drop me off there. In front of the

market."

For the whole afternoon, Wendy busied herself around the kitchen.

At five o'clock, Henson showed up.

After Wendy opened the door for him, the wonderful aroma of freshly cooked dished immediately came

into his nose. "What have you prepared? The smell is so good."

Wendy pursed her lips and replied, "I cooked black chicken soup for you. It is good for health."

Henson unconsciously smiled for this. "So you are taking care of my body? Good girl."

Wendy blushed slightly and urged him, "You should wash your hands now. I'll set the table."

After saying that, Wendy went back to the kitchen with a red face.

After washing his hands, Henson came out from the bathroom. Then he sat down at the dining table.

This was his first time to see so many daily dishes on the table.

Pasta, homemade salad, rump steak, pudding, and chicken soup.

Wendy got a bowl of soup and put it in front of Henson.

When she was about to sit down, Henson suddenly asked, "No wine with the dinner?"

Wendy felt a little awkward for she had forgotten it at all. So she said, "I can buy it now. What do you

like?"

Henson tilted his head and smiled to her, "Never mind. Just remember to prepare some good wine next

time."

Wendy then sat down.

Next time? What was he dreaming?

Henson picked up his forks and tasted a little of each dish.

He then nodded to Wendy and praised her, "Delicious! You are really good at cooking."

"I thought they might be so common that you won't like them." After all, she could still remember the

instant coffee thing.

"I was a bit worried about your cook skills too before. But it turns out that everything is fine. Your dishes

are as good as those in the restaurant. No, they are more delicious. You did cook and not buy these

dishes from outside for me, right? Or are you lying to me?"

Wendy laughed and said, "Am I that bored?"

Getting along with Wendy, Henson became more and more satisfied with her.

If she kept showing her excellence to him, he might want to move into here to live with her.

He felt so at ease here. After taking a sip of the soup, he commented, "This one, I can give you 100

points. You cook skills are outstanding; you could be a good wife now."

Wendy just rolled her eyes at him and did not say anything.

Henson laughed. In the whole world, you won't find a second woman who dared do that to him. But

what's strange was that he did not feel angry at all.

"What changed your mind?" Henson suddenly asked.

Wendy put down the spoon and explained. "Because I am not the doormat."

"What exactly happened? You still insisted on not using my help in the afternoon when I came to see

you."

"Gill was pregnant. But today she took advantage of that child to set a trap for me. And that child was…

dead."

Wendy got up to get the recorder in the bag. Then she played it to Henson.

Henson shook his head and smiled to ask, "If the woman were OK today, then what are you going to

do?"

Wendy scratched her eyebrows and confessed to him, "I was planning to be Gorman's girlfriend again.

I don't believe that Gill and his mother won't be furious."

His eyes became sharp for her words. "Girlfriend?"

"Just fake girlfriend."

Henson was still annoyed. "Childish and stupid."

Hearing this, Wendy lowered her head and could not help but burst into laugh.

"How can you still be laughing? You think it was funny? "

"No, I just wanted to say that your judgement was so right and accurate." Wendy smiled shyly at him as

she scooped up some soup.

Henson then smiled back.

Their gazes met in the air. Suddenly a warm inexplicable feeling flashed in her heart.

With a good mood, Henson smiled to ask, "But in fact, I'm still curious about you and Groman. You

have said to me several times that you would never get involved with rich people. Then why did you

choose to be Gorman's girlfriend? It can not be that you did not know who he was when you dated with

him."

"I knew him," Wendy answered and poked the food in her bowl with the chopsticks lightly. "From the

day he came to our school, I had already knew that he was the principal's son. And that's why it took

three years before I became his girlfriend."

"Oh? So why did you accept him? "

"In my whole life, he was the first one who had treated me so well. And I am also a human girl, so I was

moved by him. At that time, I thought he was different."

"But it turned out that he was no different from the other rich people. After you became his girlfriend, he

lost his interests in you and did not cherish you anymore." Henson said out his guess.

Wendy shook her head, "Actually, for the whole past year, he treated me so good that I even begin to

wonder if my life will become happy for him. But…"

Wendy let out her breath in a long exhalation, "You know what happened next. I guessed it is probably

the common bad habit of the rich men."

But seeing Wendy's disappointment to Gorman, Henson suddenly felt a little happy.

If it wasn't for that ungrateful idiot, he wouldn't have got the chance to be her first man.

First?

Henson raised his eyebrows to stare at Wendy. He wanted to be her only man not just the first one.

"You should not think in that way. In fact, not all rich men are like Gorman."

"Are you implying that you are different from Gorman?"

"Yes."

"Henson, you know that I knew your secret. So how could say you are different?"

"Oh? My secret? " Even he did not know he had got a secret.

"Daisy." Wendy looked at Henson calmly. "You like her, but you still have a night stand with me. Your

can't deny that it is also a betrayal, can you?"

"You know she has been married to my brother."

Yes, Wendy knew that. And she became more curious about their relationship. So she asked, "It was

an unrequited affection? Or... She had been Mason's girlfriend, when you two met."

Haring this, Henson turned to stare at Wendy's face and became kinda of gloomy, "Getting curious

about my past?"

Wendy blushed to deny, "No, you start it first to ask about my past with Gorman. So I think you should

tell me why you liked Daisy in exchange."

Henson was not in that mood to explain the question to her. So he said, "Change a topic if you want to

get an exchange."

Wendy pouted for Henson was obvious not going to answer her former question.

So she shook her head and said, "No need for that. I'm just joking."

After saying that, Wendy went on her eating silently.

But Henson still kept looking at her for a while. Then he suddenly explained, "I knew her first."

Wendy had left her question behind, so she was a little confused for his sudden words now. "Huh?" NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

"Daisy, I knew her first." After answering that, Henson picked up his chopsticks to get some new food

for himself as if he did not say anything at all.

Wendy suddenly felt his disappointment, which made her feel uncomfortable.

Henson was also being angry at himself now. Da*m it! How could he really answer her question finally?

"Oh…" Wendy looked carefully at him, thinking. Then after a long while, she responded.

Well, this meant indeed his brother was the extra one in their relationship.

Big news!

But in her mind, Henson would not hand over his girlfriend to his brother with a bow.

Then why... No, wait a minute! Did he just told her the answer? Wasn't unwilling to tell her that before?

Then why did he tell her now?

He was really weird.