Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife novel Chapter 187

swnovels.com When Wendy swung open the door to Henson's office, she noticed that he had an overcast expression on.

"You sure have a lot to talk about with Ross, huh? I called you more than an hour ago and you've only arrived now. You really don't care if I die or not, don't you? Aren't you afraid that I'll starve to death?" he whined.

She remained calm as she replied, "What does this have to do with Ross? After you called, I immediately ordered something for you which arrived 10 minutes later, but when I arrived at the company, I bumped into an employee from the Training department and was ushered there which took some time. It was only until then Joye took me upstairs," she explained.

"Well, I think you were scared to come up by yourself, which was why you purposely went to the Training department to ask Joye for help," he huffed.

She rolled her eyes at him in reply. "Smart *ss. Come and have your lunch already," she said.

He got up from his seat and walked over to her. Upon seeing a lunchbox full of chili peppers, he frowned and shifted his gaze to her. 

She pursed her lips and flashed him a wide grin. "I remember you told me you liked spicy food, so in order to let you enjoy your meal better, I specifically requested for moooore chillis," 

she said in a singsongy tone.

"Was this woman doing this on purpose?" he thought as

he sat down. "Uh... muuuuch thanks," he said

in a singsongy manner too, imitating her.

She sat down beside him on the sofa and stared at him, fully prepared to see him go mad from all those peppers. She was expecting it to be a hoot and a half.

The last thing she'd expected was that he'd be able to handle this level of spiciness. 

He acted as if nothing was wrong and continued eating his food with no qualms.

She couldn't help but frown at his lack of reaction. "What's this? Isn't it spicy for you?" she asked.

"Why don't you give it a try? I doubt the chef even knows what real spicy food tastes like," he said nonchalantly.

Skeptical, she used two fingers to pick up a piece of duck meat and sent it into her mouth. 

A single chew was enough to make her go mad from the spice.

She immediately got up and ran out of his office to pour herself a cup of water.

Dayne, who was sitting in a corner, looked at her all confused.

Upon returning to his office, she piped up in an upset manner, "Can't you feel the spice? Is there something wrong with your taste buds?"

"I think it’s just fine," he replied in between bites.

"Wait, but didn't you tell me you could only handle a bit of spice before?" she asked.

He put down his fork and glared at her. "So, you DO know I can't handle my spice well, yet you purposefully requested for more peppers. You did this on purpose, didn't you? he shot.

"I-" she gasped and blinked her eyes in disbelief.