Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife novel Chapter 35

It was half past eleven at night. Henson just finished his work and went to the window to take a cigarette.

When he looked down, he saw the lawn outside Wendy’s room was illuminated by her lights.

He checked the clock on the wall. It was very late now. Is she awake? Or did Howell still stay there?

After thinking for a while, Henson put out the cigarette and went downstairs to her room.

He knocked on the door, but one answered.

He put his hand on the doorknob and tried to push the door. The door was unlocked.

He looked into the room to search Howell, but he was not there.

But Wendy was lying on the bed with headphones. With on hand pressing on the book and the other holding a pen, Wendy was writing something down on the book, during which she also bit the top of the pen from time ti time.

The hair on her forehead flied around her ears with her movements.

Henson smiled charmingly. A girl who was reading a book carefully looked truly beautiful.

Wendy did not notice that he had entered her room.

Henson went near the bed and looked down at her textbook.

She was solving a difficult question about advanced math.

He stood there for about two minutes to look that she finally solved the question.

Wendy pursed her lips into a smile and rolled over to stretch herself. But suddenly she saw a person standing next to the bed.

Wendy let out a sharp cry before she saw the face clearly. Then she quickly flipped over to the other side of the bed.

She was on the verge to fall off from the bed.

Henson jumped onto the bed timely and grabbed her back.

Wendy took a deep breath. Half of her body was now in Henson'd arms. She asked, "You... Why are you here? "

Henson twisted his head to laugh, "This is indeed your catchphrase."

Henson's handsome face made her heart skip a beat.

So it was not that bad for her to slept with him at that night?

After all, he was both rich and good-looking.

She may be the one who really got benefits.

"Do I scare you?"

She stopped thinking the past and hurriedly sat upright from his hug. Wendy moved back closer to the wall and took her headsets off.

"It's midnight now. A man suddenly appeared in my room; how can I not be scared?" She asked with furrowed brows, "Mr. Charles, why not knock on the door before you enter my room?"

"I did. But you didn't hear it."

Wendy picked up her earphone cables to fly it, "I was listening to French, so I didn't hear you."

He raised his eyebrows, "Listening to French when you are doing math? Won't you be distracted? "

"Yes. But no one can concentrate on one thing without being disturbed in the real life."

"So, you are training yourself deliberately."

She did not answer but asked, "Why are you here?"

"Nothing. I just saw the lights in your room, so I came down to see if Howell was still here learning with you."

"Howell left at nine."

Henson picked up her book to flipped through.

They were sitting and chatting on the bed, which made Wendy feel a little awkward.

Just as she was considering to get off the bed or ask him get out for she had to get a rest, Henson suddenly spoke up.

"Didn't anyone tell you that you look very charming when you study?"

Wendy's face was slightly red. His sudden praises made she feel a bit … Happy.

 "No." She shook her head.

"So I'm the first. You like science?" Henson flipped her books and took a glimpse at her.

"Yes."

"This one is full of difficult math questions from recent years. Even your teacher would find some of them are difficult. "

Wendy scratched her forehead, "Um, Mr. Charles, the time …"

"Why do you skip this one?"