Henson nodded without hesitation. "Yes."
"Why can you be so sure?"
"Because you don't even bother to do that. I know you."
Wendy was somewhat touched by him.
Henson smiled, "Are you thinking I am very considerate now?"
Wendy retracted her gaze. "You can say whatever you like."
"Admit it or not, I helped you today, so you should promise me two things."
"What're they?"
"First, don't get too close to the male employees in our company. I am afraid I would be so jealous that I might not be able to stop myself from firing all of them for you."
Wendy was speechless, "If I promise you that I won't like them, then you agree not to fire them?"
"Of course."
"How can you trust me so much?"
Henson smirked.
"Alright, I promise you that I won't have a relationship with any man in this company."
"Except for me."
"Include you. What's the other thing?"
"Give me a spare key of your house."
"Why?"
"Because I want to save troubles. I don't want to ring the doorbell anymore."
"No, this is my house, private room. I won't give the key to you."
"I just wanted to save troubles."
Wendy shook her head with determination. "You're the guest now. If you get the key, you’ll become the master. I know the difference."
Henson rolled his eyes at Wendy. "On this thing, you are smart."
"Am I not saying the truth?"
"I think you just don't trust me."
"Of course."
After dinner, as Wendy was washing the dishes, her phone rang.
Henson took her phone to the kitchen. He pushed the door open, "The Late Queen is calling you."
Wendy wiped her hands on her apron before taking the phone.
"Hello."
"My dear. I’ll go home by bullet train tomorrow night. Will you see me off?"
"Um… I can treat you a good lunch tomorrow. But you should leave alone after that. "
"Why? Why will you not see me off? You are cruel."
Wendy smiled, "Because I'm afraid to see your tears."
"That's because I don't want to leave you."
"Neither do I.
I am afraid I will also feel sad and cry too. So I decided not to send you off tomorrow. But I will go to see you at noon."
"Alright, then I'll cry at noon."
Wendy could not help smiling and said, "You have bought the eye drops already, haven't you?"
"Wow, how do you know?"
"Because I know you best."
After hanging up, Wendy turned to look at Henson. He had kept leaning against the door for a long time.
"Is it fun to listen to other people's talk on the phone?"
"No, it isn't. I'm only curious the reason why you can be amiable to others."
"You're saying I've treated you coldly?"
"Not cold, but not that good or natural either."
"You're not her," said Wendy. "She's an important friend."
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