Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife novel Chapter 51

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?"