Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife novel Chapter 80

He could feel the deep fear in Wendy's eyes as she looked at him.

He didn't know the reason.

But now he knew that she wanted him to stay.

He then laid down beside Wendy. Then he said softly, "OK. I'll lie here with you. And I will go nowhere. Have a good sleep."

Wendy then slowly closed her eyes.

Many minutes passing, she could still feel the fear.

Sweat appeared on her forehead slowly.

Henson reached out to wipe it from her forehead. Then he put his arms around her.

Soon Wendy became calm again.

She then fell asleep.

After a while, a knock came from their door.

Henson slowly let go of Wendy. After getting down from the bed quietly, he walked to the door to open it.

It was Daisy.

She looked at Henson with tears.

"Henson, is Wendy alright now?"

Her voice was a bit hoarse.

He knew she might have cried for a while.

Henson turning around to have a look at Wendy, he closed the door and then walked out.

"She's asleep now."

"Please believe me. I didn't do anything to her." Daisy grabbed Henson's arm.

"I like Wendy as you. What happened to her just now? " Daisy raised her right hand to cover her sudden eyes.

 "Please stop crying."

"Do you believe me?" Daisy asked him with teary eyes, "Henson, do you believe me?"

Henson nodded his head,"Yes, I do."

He then patted Daisy on her shoulders, "Everything's fine now. You can go to rest now."

"Wendy will be fine, right?"

Henson replied seriously like making a promise, "Yes. I am here. I won't let bad things happen to her."

 Daisy feel even worse for his obvious care for Wendy.

She had never seen such a Henson.

In front of her, he made a love promise to another woman so firmly.

Daisy's heart hurt greatly as if a bit of it had been torn off.

After she left, Henson went back to hug Wendy to sleep until daybreak.

The sunlight woke Wendy up next morning.

She tried to move her body. But then she realized that she was in Henson's arms.

Wendy looked at his beautiful sleeping face with a smile.

Henson opened his eyes and joked, "Am I handsome?"

"What?"

"Am I, handsome?" He curled up his charming lips.

Wendy frowned to get up.

But Henson pulled her back into his embrace. "Again?"

Wendy said helpless, "I just want to get up."

Henson held Wendy tightly. "How do you feel now? Any better? "

She nodded.

"What happened to you last night? Did anything happen between you and Daisy?"

That horrible image ran into her mind again.

Wendy frowned to stop the terrible memory.

"No. Nothing."