Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife novel Chapter 88

reading more on https://hotnovelpub.com Henson hearing her talk with Bain, he pulled a long face.

Was Wendy purposely angering him? She had treated him and Bain so different. 

After stuffing some food in her mouth, Wendy said, "Because you are not the best choice in this thing."

"You just do not want to get my help."

"Do you know who I'm helping?" asked Wendy after thinking for a while.

Henson was truly angry. "How would I know if you have not told it to me?"

"Avril."

"But she slandered you in the forum today. Why do you want to help her?"

"She mistook that I uploaded her pictures with Johnson. I heard her sad family story. Then I chose to help her."

Henson was unhappy. He kicked that woman out for her in the afternoon.

But then she gave the woman a new job in the evening?

How could she be so changeable?

"What did you hear?"

Wendy told Henson the whole story about Avril.

"Even if her choice is wrong, I can relate to her. She didn't do that for brands or a luxurious life. She had no other better choice to get a large sum of money to save her father's life."

"Although... I don't understand her love for her father. But I know she would be ruined and get back to be a mistress of another man, if no one helps her now. The easier she gets money through this way, the more degenerate she will be."

"Then why am I inappropriate to deal with this matter?"

"I know you will help me. But rumors have went about in the company. So even if she could stay at the company, she won't be able to be treated eaqually there. Since I have helped her, then why not help her to to the end?"

Henson raised his eyebrows for her consideration to Avril.

Henson was no longer angry, but Wendy suddenly became angry. "Do all the men like to cheat on their wives? I heard from Joye that Johnson's wife are good at both look and work, but Johnson still cheated on her. You say, if this is your man's nature?"

"No. Johnson is a despicable man, who can not represent all men."

"But there are too many man like Johnson in society nowadays."

Henson smiled, "So a good man like me is rare. I have already prepared well to be your husband. How about getting married with yous now?” 

Wendy curled her lips. She had not met such a narcissistic people before.

"I'm not a sorcerer. I don't need evil spirits."

Henson hissed and cast an angry sight on her.

Wendy lower her head to chuckle.

Henson naturally smiled for Wendy's smile.

She looked more beautiful as she smiled.

After eating, she called Avril.

Knowing that she could work in the Nicholson’s group, Avril was so happy that she kept thanking Wendy on the phone.

"Thank you, Wendy. You may don't know that you have saved my entire family. When I left the company, I had already thought about being a wh*re to earn money for my father. I was scared to make that decision. But now I don't need do that. Thank you, Wendy. You have really saved me. Thank you and also sorry. I am sorry about what happened in this afternoon. Sorry."

"Let the past be the past. So we... are even now?"

"No, I still owe you a big favor. One day, I will pay you back."

Pay back? She really didn't need it. In fact she did this just for her conscience.

……

Time flies. Her part-time in Henson's company ended.  

Henson knew Wendy would always find other things to do if she got some free time.

So, at dinner, Henson invited her to continue working at his company for some time again.

But he was rejected by Wendy.

"I don't have much time left after today. I'm going to join in the college counselor training." 

Henson looked at Wendy and he could not help but shake his head, "I really can not undersatnd why do you want to be a teacher in the school? You could only get an average salary with various problems there. More importantly, you have got the qualifications to teach classes now."

 "Please respect my dream."

"Your dream is too…"

Wendy's rolled her eyes to stare up at Henson. 

He could only dotingly smile at her: "Alright, I will respect your dream. You can do whatever you want."

"I have one more thing to tell you," Wendy naturally got him some food as she said to him.

"Say it." 

"We agreed that I would only work and cook for you for a month.

So after today…" 

Henson soon put down his fork, "So, you cooked so many dishes for me tonight for is it my last dinner here?" 

Wendy smiled and nodded to him.

Henson rolled his eyes to her, "What an ungrateful woman!"

Putting down her fork, Wendy looked at Henson seriously.

"Henson, you are a big boss. So you should keep your words." 

"Are you pushing me to agree that? What if I still insist on eating here?"

"Then I could only consider to move away from here."

" Are you underestimating my ability to find your new address?"

"I just want to say that you're a gentleman who won't bring trouble to me, right?"

Henson looked carefully at Wendy.

She had a harmless smile now. "Besides, I'm going to take the training classes. I will be very busy then. So I don't want to waste time in cooking anymore."

He knew that, but he still felt unhappy. 

"Then we should make a deal to have a meal together every weekend."

 "Why?" She frowned. 

"Because I'm afraid you'll forget me. OK. That's a deal." 

Wendy was about to say something, but Henson had started to eat again happily.

So she could only purse her lips. Fine… Just a meal every seven days. It seemed easy.

The instructor training classes were easier than expected. 

However, she knew clearly her pressure would not be small in the future.

She did not forget that she almost got depression when she was a freshman and worked as an assistant for her teacher. Soon she resigned that job to have a happy life.

The easier it looked, the more careful you should be.

After leaving the Charles Group, she felt very happy again every day.

She was really not suitable to work in the company. She disliked the repressive atmosphere there most.

After the training on Thursday, she was invited to be a English tutor for a girl she had taguht before.

When she got home, it had past seven in the evening.

She immediately saw the familiar car when she went back. 

Henson went out of the car and frowned to ask, "Why are you so late?"

Wendy walked over to him. "Why are you here today?"

"What? Why can't I come?"

"No, I did not mean that. I mean you say that we'd meet this weekend." Henson's face was cold. "Rules are made by people. I come here for I miss you." reading more on https://hotnovelpub.com