Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife novel Chapter 59

"Didn't you ask me to marry you?"

Wendy burped in fright to look at him, "Did I?"

"Yes, it's you, you said you want me to marry you to help you fight monsters.And the Nicholson family is the monster. What did Nicholson family do to you yesterday? Wake up! Let's get married. Then I will help you in that."

Wendy didn't want to listen more. She needed a mouse hole to calm down.

"That... Henson… I was drunk and just said some nonsense. Just pretend you did not hear it please."

"I just knew you wanted to marry me, so you came to my house in the night and even offered yourself to me."

Wendy went blank. She did recall some erotic scenes.

Wasn't that her dream?

She bit her thumb, feeling ashamed, embarrassed.

"Why not say anything anymore?"

"I'm thinking if I can find a mouse hole in such a luxurious house."

Henson could not help laughing out. Then he shook head to leave the room.

Wendy was a little broken down. She patted heavily on her head twice. Turning around to lie on the bed, Wendy hit her head to the pillow.

Wendy was going crazy for shame.

Before she could be clam again, Henson returned.

Seeing this, Henson wanted to laugh but then held it back.

She tortured him for a whole night.

How could he let her off the hook easily today?

Just a second later, Wendy had sat up straight to look at him.

Henson placed some new clothes on the bed to her. "Your clothes are dirty. I get these for you."

Henson went out. And Wendy took a bath with grave feelings. She changed the clothes and went downstairs.

On the way to the first floor, Wendy found all the servants were looking at her strangely.

She then arrived at the living room. Henson said, "Come here to eat breakfast."

"Thanks, but I'm not hungry." Wendy shook her head.

She checked the time and exaggeratedly said to herself, "Oh my, it's late. I need leave now."

"You still have an hour and a half."

"…The bus is slow."

"After having breakfast, I'll take you to the company by car. After all, there is a thing that we need do together before  work."

Wendy blushed. Did he... really want to take her to get married?

"I really do not need breakfast today."

Henson said calmly, "Donald, please take Miss Evans to the seat."

Feeling embarrassed, Wendy could only sit in front of him. "Can I talk with you alone?"

Henson waving his hand, Donald led the people out.

Wendy apologized shamefully, "I don't know what I have said to you last night. I was drunk. I don't plan to get married with you."

"Miss Evans, do you have a double personality?"

"I've already said I was drunk. But I'm sober now. Henson, can't we just forget it?"

Henson could not bear to see Wendy's devastated face, so he moved the topic on, "Alright, I can forget it this time but next time..."

Wendy shook her head firmly. "No next time. I need stop drinking."

"Then eat."

Wendy nodded to have some bread. Then she asked, "Last night, did we …"

Wendy stopped for she did not know how to say that.