Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife novel Chapter 79

Wendy felt embarrassed.

After having dinner together, Daisy pushed Mason out to have a walk around first.

They leaving the lake, Wendy concluded with confusion, "It's strange."

"What?"

"I could feel Daisy's love for you. But seeing her getting on well with Mason naturally, I also think they might be a good couple. Their relationship must also be very good, right?"

Henson shifted his gaze to the dark lake in the distance. And he did not answer the question.

Wendy pursed her lips, thinking that she might have said something wrong. Then she also shut her mouth up.

The peaceful midsummer night by the lake was as beautiful as a painting. They looked like the two silent figures in it.

The melodious soundings from the cicadas and frogs plus the warm summer breeze...

This moment suddenly got roots into her head and become eternal.

Many years later when Wendy thought of this scene, she could still felt the same happiness.

Daisy and Mason came back in half an hour.

She had already been in a sweat for pushing Mason around.

After asking Henson and Wendy for help in taking care of Mason, she went inside to take a bath herself.

Mason and Henson then chatted. But Wendy kept silent all the time. So he asked, "Wendy, when do you plan to hold the wedding ceremony with Henson?"

"Huh?" Wendy froze. "That … is too soon."

"In this year. But if we are too busy, we may delay it to next year."

"Then... Shouldn't our parents meet first now? I still have known nothing about your parents. What are they?"

Wendy clenched her fist and said, "I…"

She didn't know how to answer his question.

Henson laughed, "Mason, her mother had passed away. We'd better not mention it anymore."

Mason nodded his head, "Sorry, Wendy."

Wendy just smiled and said, "That's all right."

"It's getting late. Shouldn't we go back now?" asked Mason after checking his watch.

Henson stood up to push Mason's wheelchair. Then he ordered Wendy, "Wendy, you could go inside to tell Daisy that we are coming. So she can get prepared."

"Alright."

Wendy then entered the villa first.

Arriving at Mason's room, Wendy knocked on the door. But no one answered.

She then pushed the door open and walked inside.

"Daisy."

Still, there was no reply. She was becoming more and more confused.

She looked to the bathroom. Then after hesitating for a moment, she headed to it and called her name again, "Daisy."

Still, no one answered her.

Wendy then gently pushed open the door to look inside.

Behind the thin, translucent white curtain was a huge white tub.

The tub was full of water. A layer of red rose petals floated like blood on it.

There was a cup of red wine on the edge of the tub.

Daisy's wet hair scatted around, she lay her head on her arms on the edge of the tub with eyes closed.  

Wendy's legs softened for this picture and she staggered a step back.

At the moment, the stormy night from five years ago come up in her mind vividly.

The bathtub stained with blood, her mother was lifeless in it. The flowing blood water covered the floor...

Wendy covered her ears and closed her eyes. Then she squatted with unstoppble sharp scream.

"Ah… Ahh!"

Daisy was jolted awake by her scream.

Seeing Wendy, she quickly got up to put on her bathrobe. Then she walked to her.

"Wendy, are you alright?"

And at this time, Henson and Mason were getting into the living room. They both heard her screams.

Henson left Mason behind and rushed to the room.

At the bathroom door, he saw Wendy squatting and screaming.

Daisy's hair was still wet. She tried but did not know how to help Wendy. "Wendy."

Henson stepped forward to hug her gently. Then he looked at Daisy to ask, "What's going on?"

Daisy looked at him strangely. Then she shook her head, "I don't know. I fell asleep before. Then I was woken up by her sudden screams. Then I saw the same scene like now. Henson, I..."

Henson did not make a reply. He just lowered his head to look at Wendy. Then he pulled Wendy into his embrace.

"It's all fine now. Wendy, I'm here."

Henson's care and gentleness to Wendy shot Daisy like a knife.

She was so envious of Wendy now. And she thought she was going crazy. 

In fact Wendy didn't know what she was doing now. She didn't even know that she was screaming in the bathroom.

In her mind, the only thing she could recall was the bloody bathtub, in which her mother was lying with a pale face in contrast with the red wine in the glass scatted on the floor.

That deep-rooted fear went up again to strike her heart fiercely .

She was very scared. She even could not help trembling for this.

Her screams attracted Howell too.

Howell going downstairs, he saw Mason struggling to return to the room. So she pushed Mason in.

Howell anxiously asked, "What's going on? Henson?"

Daisy stood up to get out from the bathroom in her bathrobe.

She came to Mason's and half-squatted in front of him with a grievance. "I don't know what happened to Wendy. I fell asleep in the bathtub. Then Wendy begin to scream and I woke up at that time. I really don't know what happened."

Mason looked at Daisy gently and caressed her head. He then patted her hand on his knee and said, "Don't worry! Henson will deal with this."

Daisy closed her eyes. Tears welled up in her eyes.

She was also shocked by Wendy.

Henson cupped Wendy's face with both hands to force her to look at him.

"Wendy. Open your eyes. I am Henson. Look at me."

Henson's face entering into her sight, the false scene in her mind instantly broke down into pieces.

Wendy threw herself at Henson as if she found her lifesaver. Then she hugged him tightly.

"Henson..."

Henson felt her deep fear.

With a arm around her waist and the other hand on her head, Henson said gently to her, "Everything is OK now. You are safe."

The room then fell into silence.

Henson carried Wendy. Then he said, "I'll take her back. Sorry for all this. Please have a rest now."

Then they went upstairs.

Henson put Wendy on the bed.

He sat on the bed. Then he gently caressed Wendy's forehead. "Are you willing to tell me what just happened now?"

Wendy looked at him first, then she shook her head.

Henson stroked her hair gently and continued asking,  "Then… Do you want to have some time yourself? "

Wendy still did not speak.

Henson thought she tacitly agreed with that. So he stood up.

But as he stood up, Wendy reached out a hand to stop him by grasping his sleeve.