Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife novel Chapter 109

 "If yes, then I should keep working hard to break it. If no, I hope to get closer with you." Henson answered it so quickly as if he had not needed to think about it.

"You men are really shallow."

"Shallow? What do you mean"

"If I'm short and fat with an ugly look, plus a very poor background, would you still say that to me?"

"I must say that your attractive look captured our men's attention. This is our instinct, which motivates us to seek for beautiful girls first." 

"But this is just the first step to attractive us attention. There's a chasm between sleeping with you and get married with you. I don't deny that I was attracted by your look first. But after getting to know better about you, I could say now, even if you become ugly, fat and short now, I will still like you. I like you stubborn nature, as well as our understanding of each other."

Wendy looked to Henson.

Understanding... She liked this word.

Billions of people were in the world.

But few understood her.

And vice versa.

"You don't know how much effort I have tried to control myself from kissing you when we meet." Henson caressed Wendy's hair with doting smile," And every time when we are kissing, it's always a war between my rationality and beastly nature. Tsk, tsk, I am afraid that one day I will go totally crazy for you."

Wendy flushed. It's so rare to hear someone expressing his desire so plainly.

After the dinner, Henson sent Wendy back home.

It was too late, so Henson did not follow her to go upstairs.

He watched the lights in her house was turned on. A figure then came near the window.

Henson then waved to her and left.

After returning home, Henson told Donald to get Howell.

But Donald did not find him in his house.

Henson snorted to make a call to him.

Soon, the call went through. "Henson."

"Where are you now?"

"In a hotel."

"Don't mention tonight to anyone. Also, don't let Wendy know the grudges. Or, I won't spare you."

"Henson, but why do you do this? Hasn't you seen with your own eyes that…"

"Shut up." Henson repeated it with a freezing voice, "One more time, Howell, I tell you that leave Miss Evans out of this thing. Understand?"

"But if I say no."

"You can give it a try."

Howell was really furious now.

  "Henson, what do you mean? Are you completely losing your mind for her? I don't believe it. You have always been very composed at everything. You know you are doing the wrong thing. But why can't you stop now?"

"It's my own business. You only need to keep my warning in mid. Alright, good night now."

Henson then hung up.

Hearing all these, Howell gasped for breath.

Would that tragedy from twenty years ago repeat again?

No, he could not just wait to see the Nicholson family to ruin Henson.

His chest heaved up and down with angry.

How could he let Wendy leave Henson? 

This was truly a difficult problem for him. He should think hard about it.

Early in the next morning, Howell had been waiting outside of Wendy's home.

She saw him when she was on her way to buy some groceries. Her footsteps slowed down unconsciously.