Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife novel Chapter 101

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She admired his logical deduction.

"I didn't say anything."

"But you think it." Henson put down his fork, "So, Miss Evans, why don't you like me? Am I not persistent or considerate to you or not strong enough in bed?" 

Wendy blushed once again. "Do you feel bad if you don't mention that night?"

"Hiss. Why do you blush whenever I mention that night? Tell me honestly, are you often imagining the dirty things behind my back?"

"What nonsense are you saying! I was so drunk at that night. I can hardly remember anything, OK?"

"So, do you need me to help you to recall it?"

Henson then stood up and walked to her.

Wendy threw her fork away and immediately jumped away from the small coffee table to avoid him.

"Henson. If you keep on doing this, then you should leave my house immediately."

"I'm a man who can be persuaded by reason but not be cowed by force. The more times you threaten me, the more brave I will be," said Henson. Then he sidestepped the table to chase Wendy.

They circled the small living room for many rounds.

Wendy screamed, "Henson, you stop quickly."

"No, I won't."

Then he leaped on her to lie against the sofa.

Wendy instinctively covered her chest soon.

Henson smiled. "I'll give you one last chance to answer the question again. It will decide you fate tonight."

Wendy's chest heaved up and down with nervousness.

"Why do you think I am not good enough?"

"No, I don't. You're very good."

Henson kissed her for a full minute. Then he let her go.

Wendy was in a daze. She stared at him with an empty mind.

Henson's breathing became heavy. "Tell me the truth. Or are you waiting for me to strip you clean?"

"I never thought you are not outstanding. I'm just laughing that you are so confident to brag about yourself."

"Brag?"

"Yes, you have bragged about your genes."

"Am I wrong?"

"No, but we normally would not say that out ourselves. People can praise you  but you can not say it yourself."

"I don't need their praise. I don't care about that. But... Praise me now. You!"

Praise him…

"If you refuse it now, I'm going to go on the kiss now.

" Henson said as he lowered his head.

"You are handsome. You have a good figure, as well strong working ability. Everyone in San Diego knows that." shouted Wendy with scare.

"That’s all?"

"And… And…" Wendy thought for a moment, but she did not what to say anymore.

"So I'm no different from anyone else in your eyes now. This is why you don't like me."

Henson looked hurt.

"No," Wendy realized she might have hurt him. "I just met you not a long time before. So maybe I don't know you too well."

Henson looked at Wendy seriously, "Then you should try to know me in the future. Wendy, don't reject me. From now on, spend some time having a good look at my merits. One day, you will know I am a different man from others."

He kissed on her lips again. "Do you hear that?"

Lying on the sofa, Wendy felt very nervous.

Because, she could clearly feel the change from his lower body …

"Won't you answer me?" Henson's voice rang out again.

Wendy then quickly nodded her head.

Henson looked down to Wendy's watery red lips.

He knew he should get up. Or he wouldn't really lose control.

But his body still could not move an inch.

After a moment, he lowered to kiss her lips again.