Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife

Chapter 35 You look very charming when you study.

It was half past eleven at night. Henson just finished his work and went to the window to take a

cigarette.

When he looked down, he saw the lawn outside Wendy’s room was illuminated by her lights.

He checked the clock on the wall. It was very late now. Is she awake? Or did Howell still stay there?

After thinking for a while, Henson put out the cigarette and went downstairs to her room.

He knocked on the door, but one answered.

He put his hand on the doorknob and tried to push the door. The door was unlocked.

He looked into the room to search Howell, but he was not there.

But Wendy was lying on the bed with headphones. With on hand pressing on the book and the other

holding a pen, Wendy was writing something down on the book, during which she also bit the top of the

pen from time ti time.

The hair on her forehead flied around her ears with her movements.

Henson smiled charmingly. A girl who was reading a book carefully looked truly beautiful.

Wendy did not notice that he had entered her room.

Henson went near the bed and looked down at her textbook.

She was solving a difficult question about advanced math.

He stood there for about two minutes to look that she finally solved the question.

Wendy pursed her lips into a smile and rolled over to stretch herself. But suddenly she saw a person

standing next to the bed.

Wendy let out a sharp cry before she saw the face clearly. Then she quickly flipped over to the other

side of the bed.

She was on the verge to fall off from the bed.

Henson jumped onto the bed timely and grabbed her back.

Wendy took a deep breath. Half of her body was now in Henson'd arms. She asked, "You... Why are

you here? "

Henson twisted his head to laugh, "This is indeed your catchphrase."

Henson's handsome face made her heart skip a beat.

So it was not that bad for her to slept with him at that night?

After all, he was both rich and good-looking.

She may be the one who really got benefits.

"Do I scare you?"

She stopped thinking the past and hurriedly sat upright from his hug. Wendy moved back closer to the

wall and took her headsets off.

"It's midnight now. A man suddenly appeared in my room; how can I not be scared?" She asked with

furrowed brows, "Mr. Charles, why not knock on the door before you enter my room?"

"I did. But you didn't hear it."

Wendy picked up her earphone cables to fly it, "I was listening to French, so I didn't hear you."

He raised his eyebrows, "Listening to French when you are doing math? Won't you be distracted? "

"Yes. But no one can concentrate on one thing without being disturbed in the real life."

"So, you are training yourself deliberately."

She did not answer but asked, "Why are you here?"

"Nothing. I just saw the lights in your room, so I came down to see if Howell was still here learning with

you."

"Howell left at nine."

Henson picked up her book to flipped through.

They were sitting and chatting on the bed, which made Wendy feel a little awkward.

Just as she was considering to get off the bed or ask him get out for she had to get a rest, Henson

suddenly spoke up.

"Didn't anyone tell you that you look very charming when you study?"

Wendy's face was slightly red. His sudden praises made she feel a bit … Happy.

"No." She shook her head.

"So I'm the first. You like science?" Henson flipped her books and took a glimpse at her.

"Yes."

"This one is full of difficult math questions from recent years. Even your teacher would find some of

them are difficult. "

Wendy scratched her forehead, "Um, Mr. Charles, the time …"

"Why do you skip this one?"

Henson pointed at the question.

Wendy checked it and shrugged, "I can't solve it."

"But I can. Do you want me to teach you?"

She nodded yes.

Henson patted the place next to him, "Come here."

Wendy spun around to get near him.

Henson then placed the book on his lap. He picked up her pen and really began to teach her.

In a few minutes, Henson showed her a way to solve the problem.

She was enlightened.

Henson then handed her the pen, "Try it yourself."

Wendy sat upright to take the book and pen. Following the rules he taught her, she got the right answer

soon.

She joyfully smiled and turned to him, "Mr. Charles, I don't know you are so good at math."

Henson raised his brows proudly, "You know 80% of the questions on this book, and you are also

good."

Wendy pouted, "Why do I feel as if Mr. Charles, you are in fact praising yourself again?"

Henson proudly said, "Because I am very smart. Any others questions? You can ask me."

"Then... Can you teach me this one? "

Henson looked at it for a while and then explained his thoughts to her.

He taught earnestly while she also listened earnestly.

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Early in next the morning, the alarm clock rang. Wendy turned around to feel her phone, but in the

middle of her actions, she found that someone's arms were around her waist.

Behind her was a warm body, sticking close to her.

Wendy's mind buzzed for she realized what happened.

At this time, Henson's voice rang from behind her head, "why not turn off the clock? It’s noisy."

Wendy sat up instantly and turned around to look at Henson.

Henson looked at her lazily, "Morning."

"Mor... Morning." Wendy blushed and avoided his eyes.

She must be crazy. Last night Henson taught her the last question, after she finished it, she found

Henson had fallen asleep in her bed.

She looked at his face and thought that he was handsome.

She complained at heart that God was so unfair that a beautiful person could even be so handsome

when he was sleeping?

She meant to wake him up after watching him for a while.

But somehow, she fallen asleep.

About what happened next, Wendy had no idea. And She also had no idea why they ended up with

such a strange position at the foot of the bed.

Henson pointed her phone.

Wendy pounced to get her cell phone and turned off the alarm.

Henson sat up and stretched, "This is my first time to fall asleep while I am studying. Your enthusiasm

really affected me."

Wendy scratched her eyebrows, "About… Last night, thank you."

Henson smiled to get down from the bed. He said and walked to the door, "Without me, you would

have fallen to the ground. Then OK, I accept your thanks."

Henson opened the door and went out. Wendy blushed but indeed that was not she was thanking for.

Seeing Henson walking out from Wendy's room, Donald and the servants were shocked.

Everyone greeted him hurriedly. Henson was in a good mood, so he replied, "Go and do your work."

Then he went upstairs.

Last night, he woke up for a while, seeing Wendy sleeping at the foot of the bed like a meek cat.

He intended to carry her back to the head of the bed, but then she suddenly rolled over to the end.

Immediately, he laid down to block her.

Then Wendy rolled over again, going directly into his arms.

Henson hugged Wendy. Then at the moment he decided not to leave tonight. This his first time to hug

a woman for the whole night in the a bed. It was not bad.