Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife

Chapter 174

While staring at Daisy, Wendy felt that she radiated a kind of aura that made her feel somewhat

uncomfortable.

After mulling it over, she surmised that she bared the aura of a resentful wife as

the way she presented herself, from her gaze to her tone to her voice, all seemed to have a kind of

bitterness hiding behind it.

She was actually quite curious to know about the incident that occurred between her, Henson and

Mason back then. Why wasn't she a couple with Henson now, and when they used to love each other

before?

She pursed her lips and replied, "Everyone has move forward from their past at some point, Daisy.

People always do their best today in hopes of securing a better future, and not to change the past, after

all,"

"You might be an educator, Wendy, but you sure know your philosophy too," Daisy giggled in reply.

Wendy's lips remained pursed. "I doubt if this is any kind of grand philosophy. I just said it because... it

came to me," she said.

The both of them then exchange glances and smiles while they drank their coffees.

Howell went into the living room to sit beside his two brothers.

"Huh, you two sure know where to sit. This angle is perfect for spying on your wives," he commented.

Henson looked at him and asked, "What were you doing with Wendy just now?"

"I was just messing around with her," Howell chuckled.

"Know your place," Henson snapped and rolled his eyes at him.

Mason, who was sitting beside them chirped, "I, for one, think that this is actually a good thing. I

remember how drab and soulless our place was before, always so cold and unwelcoming too. It feels

really nice to hear such carefree sounds of laughter today,"

Henson shook his head as if to refute his claims. "This brat here is the source of all our troubles," he

scoffed.

"Why can't you say that your wife has nothing to lose instead?" Howell huffed.

"Of course, she has nothing to lose, but once she has, I'll definitely exact my revenge on her behalf,"

Henson declared.

"Get a load of this, Mason. How is this impostor my brother Henson?!" Howell asked incredulously.

Mason smiled and said calmly, "This is what happens when a man falls in love,"

Henson smiled but didn't reply to that.

Mason later changed the topic. "Anyways, I'd advise you to be more careful from now on. Daisy met up

with her friends yesterday and they told her that the mother daughter pair from the Nicholson's are

spreading rumours about their engagement to one of the members in the Charles family. When did

YOU start talking with Julia Nicholson?" he probed.

"What the sh*t?!" Howell immediately got up from his seat and exclaimed. "How dare the Nicholson's

spout such a shameless lie of being engaged to a member of the Charles family. Do they actually think

that Julia stands a chance with brother Henson? They're the gift that just keeps on giving, aren't they?

Thank God Sister Wendy's-"

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Henson's glare. "Don't you dare bring your Sister Wendy

into this," he snapped.

Realising that he'd worded it inappropriately, he rephrased his sentence and said, "Can't you see I hate Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

them too? Nothing happens for no reason too.

Did you do something to piss her off, Henson?"

Henson remained calm and explained, "Stop making it such a big deal. I just gave General Burke some

face, is all,"

"General Burke?" Mason gasped, puzzled. "What does this have to do with him?"

"He owed the Nicholson's family a favour and just used my name to do it," Henson said.

Howell was displeased at this. "Then, what should we do? We can't just sit here, can we?" he retorted.

Henson smirked. "You two needn't worry about a thing, I have a few tricks up my sleeve for this. Just let

them do whatever they want, I'll teach them a lesson afterwards," he said.

Upon seeing his expression he displayed, Howell couldn't help but start trembling. "W-what is it you

have in mind, Henson?" he stammered.

"What's with all these questions? You'll see when the time comes," Henson scoffed.

Howell sulked and asked, "Is it a crime to be curious?"

Mason, on the other hand, looked extremely calm about the whole thing. "Always remember to stay

calm, Howell. Don't forget you're one of the men in the Charles family, alright?" he reminded.

Howell was at a loss for words. Can't the men in the Charles family do whatever they wanted? He didn't

feel like living with such a heavy burden on his shoulders.

When thinking of his Eldest brother, Brother Mason, then Brother Henson,

he kept imagining that each of the men in the Charles family had heavy shackles on.

But which one of them had ever been happy in the past because of it?

Now, Brother Henson had become somewhat more empathetic after meeting Sister Wendy. He felt that

it was a good start.

But of course, their relationship would be perfect if Wendy didn't have any connections whatsoever to

the Nicholson's.

When they were having lunch in the afternoon, Henson kept dumping food onto Wendy's plate.

Howell had already seen enough and piped up with displeasure in his voice, "Brother Henson, does

Wendy not have hands? Can't you just let her eat normally by herself?"

"Who are you to tell me what to do," Henson snapped.

"What I mean by that, is that I'm single and that I don't have a girlfriend, so can't you be more

considerate of how I feel right now?" Howell ranted.

"Then, that's your problem. Why should I hold back on my own feelings just to accommodate you?"

Henson argued.

Howell then clenched his teeth, held on to his heart, and displayed a pained expression on this face.

"Y-you're not... my brother," he said in anguish.

"Heh, that's a pretty likely possibility too," Henson replied.

The corners of Howell's mouth twitched in response. "Are you telling me that single people don't have

any chance of surviving in this world? You know what, from now on, if you host any family events at

home, you're not allowed to call me over, because I've already cut myself off from you. I'm pissed now,"

he huffed.

Wendy then piled some food onto his plate and said, "Alright, alright, quit your yakking already. Finish

your food it quickly,"

Howell raised his eyebrows in triumph as he turned to look at Henson. "Take that, Brother Henson.

People do care about me after all," he gloated.

Henson had a bitter expression on as he looked at Wendy. "I don't see you piling food onto my plate,"

he mumbled.

She frowned and retorted, "Doesn't your conscience hurt when you say that? Wasn't I the one who kept

piling food on your plate at the Lowry's yesterday night?"

He pushed his plate in front of her and declared, "You can't just care about your boyfriend once in a

while, you have to care about him everyday,"

She didn't know what to say to that. She later shot him a look and scooped up some food for him,

"Fine, eat up," she said.

"Sister Wendy took the initiative to hand me food, you know, Henson," Howell said, clearly with the

intention of stoking the flames.

Henson glared back at her.

He wasn't wrong.

She immediately gave a nervous laugh while patting his head a few times. "Oh, stop it. I'm just doing

what I can to care for this grown-up baby of mine. Be a good boy and finish your food quickly, alright?"

she said to Howell.

Henson snickered.

The corners of Howell's mouth twitched. Why was he the one who had to bear the brunt of it at the

end?

Sitting opposite him was Mason who had turned to look at Daisy. "Isn't it nice that our home's become

livelier since the last time we visited?" he chuckled.

Daisy merely pursed her lips, giggled and didn't say anything else to that.

After everyone had finished their meal, the five of them chatted some more, mainly about Howell's

studies.

Mason and Daisy then left the villa at around one o’clock, while

Howell returned to campus to play ball with his classmates.

Wendy had originally planned to take an afternoon nap when Henson swung by her room. "I heard

you're going to be engaged to Julia Nicholson," she said.

He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Did Daisy tell you about this already?"

"Daisy?" she thought and

pouted. "You mean 'sister-in-law',"

But of course, she'd never let her inner feelings show.

"Well, when are you guys getting engaged? Make sure to send me a wedding invite when the time

comes. I might not like the Nicholson's, but I'll still be there for your sake," she said flatly.

Upon hearing how jealous she sounded, Henson made sure to play along. "Sure, I'll definitely invite

you when the time comes. In fact, you might be getting an invite sooner than you think," he replied.

She was stunned. Was he being for real now?