Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife novel Chapter 55

"I told Mrs. Taylor I didn't care about your background. In the future, you will be girl.So she’d better leave you alone."

Wendy looked at Henson in surprise. "Are you serious?"

"You can ask her if you don't believe it."

Wendy blushed. "Then she was probably pissed off."

"Didn't care that."

Wendy looked at him, "May I ask one more question?"

"Go ahead."

"You have so many women around you waiting for your love, then why do you like me? If it is because that you have never met a poor woman like me before or because that I am so miserable which arises your sympathy to me, then you might have misunderstood me and my life. I am not that poor; I just like money."

"About that question, I have two answers. Which one do you want to hear?"

"Truth or lie? I would like to hear both."

"No, they are truth and truth. To put it tactfully, I like to talk with you for you are straightforward to me. To put it directly, I really want to sleep with you."

"Cough, cough," Wendy was startled by his confession. Covering her mouth with her hand, Wendy tried her best to stop herself from coughing and then asked, "So do you love me then?"

Henson looked at her and said the truth, "I just admire you very much now. But it is not love. I need more time."

"So you mean you can sleep with a woman you don’t love?"

"You are not just a common woman to me. As I've said, I have a crush on you. So, I can sleep with you without love. And, you are smelling good with some medicinal fragrance."

"Medicinal fragrance?"

"Love potion."

Hearing this, Wendy coughed again.

If it was not for he looked handsome, Wendy would have called the police.

"Henson, I can tell you clearly that I saw the painful life of my mother, so I won't love someone who doesn't love me. So if it is possible, I hope you can change your target. I don't want you to get hurt."

Henson looked at her to purse his lips, "How do you know you will be hurt? You can have a try, and perhaps I am worthy of your trust."

"I'm not suitable for you." Wendy laughed.

"You can't be so sure."

However, Wendy firmly believed they were not suitable.

So she did not reply. Then she took out a beautifully wrapped box. She placed it on the table, pushing it to him.

"What is this?"

"In order to show my gratitude, I bought a gift for you. I know you don't lack anything; perhaps you will think my gift was too cheap, or not worthy of your taste, but I still bought it anyway. I just want my heart be at ease. So if you want to throw it away, please do that after I leave."

Henson raised his eyebrows with some happiness. A gift?

This was his first gift from a woman.

Henson wanted to open it.

But Wendy felt embarrassed, so she stretched out her hand to press the box down. "Can you see it after you go back home?"

Henson raised his eyebrows again and asked, "So mysterious?"

"I just don't want to see the disdain on your face. I will be ashamed."

But Henson still opened the box. It was a dark blue pen.

Taking out the pen, he saw engraved words on it.

 "Did you carve these words?"

"I just wrote the characters, but I am not good at carving. So I have someone do that for me."

Henson looked carefully at the tiny words.

It said, "Henson, thank you."

Seeing him was sizing up the words, Wendy asked embarrassingly, "Isn't it a little out of date?"

Henson didn't say anything. But he stuffed it into his shirt pocket, "How do I look with it?"

Wendy pursed her lips into a smile. "Pretty good, but judging from your taste, it may be …"

"That's good," Henson raised his eyebrows. "I'll use it carefully."

Wendy was stunned. So he liked this gift?