Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife novel Chapter 175

Seeing the shock look on Wendy's face, Henson pinched the tip of her nose. "Weren't you about to take a nap?"

"Get out," she huffed and immediately turned away from him. 

"Why? I want a nap too," he said.

"I refuse to get involved with a man who belongs to Julia. Get out," she insisted.

"Are you angry?" he asked, his gaze pointing upward. 

"Do you need me to escort you out?" she asked, annoyed. 

He looked shocked. Was she actually angry at him right now?

"You're such a petty woman. Weren't you the one who started all this? I was just playing along, so how come you're the one who got angry first?" he asked.

After scoffing at him, she pulled the covers over herself and decided to ignore him for now.

In response, he hopped onto the bed and hugged her from behind.

The more she struggled, the tighter he held onto her. 

"Let go of me!" she hissed.

"Never," he replied.

"Henson, you meanie! Don't you dare kiss me," she ordered.

He kissed the back of her head instead. "Such a prickly woman. She's still this explosive when getting a kiss from her boyfriend," he replied.

"Go look for Julia then. Doesn't she want to get engaged to you? She should be your girlfriend instead," she scoffed.

He then got up from the bed to get to her side of the bed. He then looked at her with a loving expression on his face. "Fine, fine, I was in the wrong just now. I will never be engaged to her. I'll have to teach her a lesson since she's a Nicholson. I will never, ever marry her in my lifetime, so don't worry. The only person I want to marry is you," he assured her

and pulled her into his arms. "Hear my heartbeat, hear how fast it beats for you. We might've known each other for a long time now, but whenever I lay my eyes on you, my heart still races. Tell me, why should I marry a woman who once went through plastic surgery when I can marry the woman who makes my heart skip a beat every time I see her?" he asked.

Her face flushed crimson after hearing that. The way he said it was so smooth, it was as if his mouth was made up of sweet, sweet honey. 

But regardless of how smooth he was, she still recalled what Daisy had told her just now.

She bit her lip. "Why do the Charles hate the Nicholson's so much?" she asked after a long moment of hesitation.

He fell silent.

After not speaking for a long while, he ruffled her hair and said, "Let's not dwell on such dreary topics. Didn't you say you were tired? You should take a short nap then, I'll nap with you too," 

Her breathing started becoming more laboured.

He kept saying that he loved her more and more, 

but it was obvious that the love he'd stored up for her couldn't even compare to the love he still had for Daisy during his youth.

So this was why he'd never share his secrets with her. 

Just the thought of it was enough to fill her heart with a sense of unease.

After a busy week at work, the week was slowly nearing its end.

When she arrived at the cafeteria for lunch on Friday afternoon, she noticed that the hall was unusually empty.

Correction, the hall was lacking in female staff.

She relayed her confusion to Linda. "Why are there so little people in the cafeteria today?" she asked.

"All the single lady staff under the age of thirty have started preparing themselves," Linda whispered in reply.

After giving her words some thought, Wendy asked incredulously, "You can't possibly mean they're currently preparing for Mr. Charles' lecture later in the afternoon,"

"What else can they prepare for?" Linda replied and laughed. "I bet our campus is going to be livelier today than it was during the university's anniversary," 

Wendy shook her head and giggled along. "I can already picture the scene in the multimedia classroom later. It'd probably look like a shopping mall on Black Friday," she joked.

Linda giggled as well. "Well, do you plan to go later?" she asked.

"Sure, why not? I'm curious to hear what Mr. Charles has to say," Wendy answered amusedly.

Linda shrugged her shoulders: "How nice. I, too, want to go and have a look. Let's go together," Linda said excitedly after shrugging.

"Sure, we can head back to our office to rest for a bit after lunch then head there together," Wendy suggested.

After a short nap on her desk, Wendy woke up and noticed that Carmen and Cael hadn't yet returned to the office. 

"Huh? Why aren't Carmen and Cael back yet?" she asked, dumbfounded.

"Carmen shot me a text just now. She told me she's already in the hall, and that the hall's full of people, up to the point of bursting, even," Linda replied.

"Huh? Could I be mistaken about the time? Doesn't his lecture start at 3pm?" Wendy asked, confused.

"It does, but since many people feared that they might not get seats, they went and queued up outside first," Linda answered while looking at the time. "It's already two. Should we get going now?" 

"It's still so early. Let's wait another hour before going," Wendy suggested.

Linda obliged with a casual nod.

At two fifty, Wendy was holding on to Linda's arm as they chatted along the way to the building that housed all the lecture halls. 

But when they arrived at the corridor of the multimedia classroom which was located on the first floor of the building, the both of them immediately stopped dead in their tracks.

What the h*ll was going on...

It wasn't strange to see people crowding near the windows, but even the whole corridor was packed. 

As the two of them gazed into the multimedia classroom, all they could see was a sea of the back of people's heads. With how much black there was, it even looked scary from afar.

"You were right, Linda. This IS even livelier than how it was during the university's anniversary," Wendy exclaimed in surprise.

Linda raised her eyebrows and replied, "No wonder Carmen said she couldn't talk anymore, who could when they're being packed like sardines?"

Wendy merely shook her head in response. "Do you still want to go inside?" she asked.

Linda gave her a look. "What do you think?" she asked.

"Uh..

. I suggest we don't. It's just way too crowded," Wendy said.

"Forget it then. Let's just head back to our office to work then," Linda replied

and Wendy nodded to that.

However, the moment the two of them left, Henson walked past them, and was surrounded by more than ten bodyguards.

At four five, her phone vibirated.

She fished out her phone to glance at the caller ID. Henson was calling.

It appeared that he'd just finished giving the first lesson of his life.

She got up from her seat and left the office to answer his call. "Yes?" she said.

"Where are you..." his voice trailed off.

"Where am I? You can take a guess," she snickered.

He sounded like he wasn't in the mood on the other line. "Why didn't you attend my lecture just now? I personally asked you to come," he sulked.

"But I am indeed here," she giggled.

"No way," he said.

She shrugged in reply. She doubted if he could even spot her in such a huge crowd. 

"Why would I lie? I'm really in the multimedia classroom right now. It's just that the place is swarming with people. It's so crowded here I don't even have room to breathe," she whined.

"Who taught you to lie, Wendy Evans?" he probed.

She felt guilty after that. "Heh, just because you didn't see me doesn't mean that I wasn’t there. I doubt if you could've found me anyways," she said.

"Oh, really? If you were really in the room just now, why didn't you answer me when I called out your name?" he pressed.

She was shocked. Did he actually call her out

and let the whole campus know that they knew each other?!

"Why'd you call out my name in front of so many people? Are you nuts?!" she shouted at her phone.

"Do you want me to punish you, Wendy?" he huffed.

She immediately covered her mouth with a hand. This b*stard was trying to trick her.

"Hmph, I'll have you know I really went, alright. I went with one of my colleagues, but when we arrived, the place was crawling with people, from outside the windows to even the corridors. There was no way we could've gotten a seat anywhere," she reasoned.

"Then, why didn't you arrive earlier like everyone else?" he interrogated.

"I still had work to do just now," she answered.

"You know what I think? I think you didn't want to attend my lecture at all," he sulked.