Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife

Chapter 68 You shouldn't smile to the other man.

Wendy did not dare turn back. And she jogged to the entrance of her building.

She did not notice the fancy cars parked by the roadside.

She passed by the car. Then the door opened, Henson's voice coming out from behind.

"Where have you been? Why did you come back so late?"

Wendy turned around in surprise. "Why are you here?"

"You dislike me?"

"Mr. Charles. This isn't a place of interest. There's no need for you to come here every day, right?"

Henson took the lunchbox out from the car to her.

"You left your lunch box at my office. You don't know how happy I was to have another reason to see you. However, your attitude now makes me unhappy."

Wendy received the lunchbox from him.

How dared he mention this afternoon? If it wasn't for his sudden reckless acting, would she have been scared off by him?

Wendy turned to walk into the building.

Henson followed her, "You still haven't told me where you have been."

Thinking about what Joye had said, Wendy looked at him.

"Thanks to you, Joye has been promoted today. She invited us to dinner."

Henson laughed, "Seems you have known that."

"Didn't we agree we wouldn't let our relationship be exposed?"

"But I can let you be bullied in my company."

They went into the elevator. Henson said, "I still haven't eaten dinner, please cook for me."

Wendy looked at him. "Your cook will misunderstand that you want get him fired if you keep eating here."

"You're asking for salary?"

Wendy gave him a secret smile.

Seeing her lovely smile, Henson raised his eyebrows and said, "From now on, you shouldn't smile to the other man."

Wendy squinted at him.

"Um, you could stare at them so they dare not to covet your beauty."

Wendy rolled her eyes to get out of the elevator.

But she went to the kitchen and made dinner for Henson.

She finally understood Henson was that kind of men, who would not give up until he reached his goal.

If she didn't cook for him, he would probably choose to stay here tonight.

Seeing that he was enjoying the food, Wendy stared at him as hugging herself.

"Don't do this again."

Henson raised his eyebrows, "What?"

"It's not appropriate for you to eat in my place."

"Hmm, are you complaining about my good appetite?" Henson took out a bank card, "I will pay you for the food. The password of this card is..."

Wendy was displeased. "One more word, you can get out of my house now. I do not welcome capitalists."

"Everyone says women are the most complicate creatures in the world. Now I finally got the gist." Henson put down his fork and said, "Then tell me why I can't come here to eat dinner?"

"We are from different classes." Wendy said calmly, "You high and mighty Henson should not have stayed and eaten the daily dishes in such a small house."

"But I am still a human. Wendy, do not treat me in a different way. I also want love and care. I thought you could understand me."

Wendy frowned.

His words made her feel sorry for him.

Looking at her for a moment, Henson then got up and went to the door.

"Where're you going?" asked Wendy with guilt.

"Didn't you say that I am not welcomed? I should just leave."

Then Henson opened the door and went out.

Wendy sat at the dining table. She scratched between her eyebrows.

Why was he so sensitive?

He couldn't be really angry, could he?

Or... she really hurt his heart?

But after a good think of their talk, she thought she had not said anything wrong.

After all, from her view, Henson and her were indeed in different classes.

So, whatever! Wendy gave up thinking more about it anymore.

She then gathered up the plates to the kitchen.

She planned to wash them before.

But thinking of the depression look from Henson, she felt extremely guilty.

After all, she had always treated him with a bad attitude.

How lonely he could be that he even came to her for comfort.

For some inexplicable reasons, a sentence from Howell flashed into his mind.

One day when she was tutoring Howell, she noticed that he was in a bad mood. Even if she had repeated the questions four times, he still did not know how to solve the question.

So Wendy asked him, "What's going on?"

"Miss Evans, have you ever been bullied and isolated by others before?"

"What? Are you being bullied now?"

Howell said awkwardly, "I ask you first. You should answer me first."

Wendy Nodded, "Yes, I am often isolated by others."

He was a little curious. "Why? You're good-looking. You also have such a good personality and study well. Then why are you still isolated?"

Seeing he was frowning, Wendy said half-jokingly, "What you just said are just the reasons why girls hated me. As for the boys, they might think that I was hard to deal with for I always wearing a cold face."

"Then why did you do that to boys?"

"Because I just want a simple life. If I get too close to boys, the girls will gossip."

"In addition, my kindness to a certain man may make him misunderstand me that I like him. Different thoughts bring about different things."

"Then you should explain yourself and lose that friend. He would be hurt by you as well. You can not be sure that if he would slander you for that. I don't want any of that. So I chose to be a cold person."

"So what about you? You are rich and from a powerful family. Then how dare anyone do that to you?"

"Miss Evans, look, you have also unconsciously thought I am different. You also regard me as a young master, right?"

Wendy's brows were slightly knitted together. "Aren't you?"

"But I am an ordinary student too. I am not saying the ostensible isolation... You know, it seems that I have been automatically divided into a different categories by others and isolated by the rest of you."

"In the eyes of the others, I belong to a special group by nature. However... I don't understand myself. What are the exact differences as a human?"

"I want friends. I also want to play ball with them, and live an ordinary life in school. So I don't understand why you think that I am different. Could it be that it is only because that I was born in Charles family?"Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.