Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife

Chapter 78 You capitalists are black-hearted devil.

Henson got his teacup and took a sip of his tea indifferently.

"I am not targeting them for that life. They are just suffering such a little pain."

Mason raised his eyebrows and asked. "Oh? You seem implying something."

Henson pursed his lips to smile. "Mason, don't worry me. I have my plan."

Mason then didn't say anything else.

Besides, Daisy was refused by Wendy in cooking. Then she could only stand them, watching at her

silently.

"Daisy, you can go to have a rest. I can handle this."

"The men are talking business, which I know nothing about. So I'd better stay here with you."

Wendy smiled and didn't say anything.

Daisy pursed her lips and tried to start a conversation. "The game... was quite interesting."

"Yea."

"I like it." She could be with Henson easily in the game.

She was really happy just now as a teammate with him.

Henson suddenly got up and walked to them.

Daisy then suggested, "Henson, we should find a cook to do this. The smoke is not good for our girls'

skin."

Henson hugged his chest. He did not answered her but just stared at the Wendy to ask, "Do you need

help?"

Wendy refused again, "I admit defeat and accept the punishment."

Daisy laughed helplessly, "Wendy, we didn't take it seriously. It's just a game."

Henson pointed the seat not far. "Daisy, you can have a seat there. I will stay here with her."

"No. You should go there. It's better for me to stay here to help Wendy."

They acting so humble, Wendy felt that she was unnecessary.

"Then you should stay here. I can go there and have a rest."

Henson pulled over a chair beside her. He sat down. "My kitty gets angry. Come here and have a kiss. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

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Goosebumps then crept all over Wendy.

Daisy felt awkward. She laughed to stand up, "Then you two stay here, I am leaving now."

"Aren't you afraid of hurting her feelings?" asked Wendy.

"I don't want to hurt your heart."

Wendy rolled his eyes for his two faces. He must be the best liar in the world.

Henson crossed his legs. "If you aren't good at the game, you should not suggest playing it. Or you

would only bring trouble to yourself."

Wendy became more annoyed to hear this. She smeared more seasonings on the skewers on

purpose. The oil almost flied onto Henson.

"Did I say anything wrong?"

Wendy snorted but ignored him.

Henson lovingly poked Wendy at her temple. "Your bad suggestion make you lose. Then I'm not

allowed to make a comment, am I?"

"Henson, have you lied to me on the game?"

"Why should I do that?"

"How could you play so well if you are a newbie?"

"Because I have sharp eyes and clear mind. So you mean it's my fault to be so clever?"

"Are you implying that I lost the game for I'm stupid?"

"I'm just reminding you not to play puzzles with the smart guys."

"UNO does not belong to a puzzle."

"So you mean you can not even win such an easy game? How should I put this? Should I praise you

simple or call you stupid?"

"You capitalists are black-hearted devil."

Henson caressed her head gently.

Wendy dodged his hand.

Not far away, Mason looked at them with interest.

Turning around to take a look, Howell snickered, "Hey, don't you think Henson and Sister Wendy are a

perfect match?"

Mason just looked at Daisy.

She lifted the teacup with a little frustration. Then she took a sip of tea, and pursed her lips to say, "Um,

They are."

Mason then also lifted the cup to have a drink and said, "I think so too."

After lunch, Mason wanted to get a rest in his room.

So Daisy pushed him back to their room at the first floor.

Howell's room was on the second floor. He claimed he would go back to play games.

Henson then hugged Wendy to the third floor.

Just as they went into the room, Wendy lazily sat down on the sofa.

"Won't you go to the bed?"

"No, you can have the bed. I will sleep on the sofa."

Wendy exaggeratedly said with a calm face, "Wow! How soft and comfortable this sofa is."

As she spoke, she lay down quickly on it.

Henson walking over leisurely, Wendy vigilantly sat up to look at him.

"I choose the sofa. That bed is too big for me. I don't like to sleep alone."

Henson then sat down beside her and continued saying, "You can sleep on the bed with me and I won't

touch you. Or you and I can hugged together on the sofa to have a rest .

"You really like offering me choices.

"

"You said I was bossy. Now I give you choices. It proves I am slowly changing because of you."

"But what are the differences between the two choices?"

"Sleeping on the sofa is a better choice for me even if it will be not that comfortable for I can hug you."

Wendy standing up and rolled to him. She walked the bed and lay down at one side.

Henson returned to the bed with satisfaction.

He sitting down, Wendy sat up suddenly. "Have I lost face at lunch today?"

Wendy could not understand isn't it the point of a barbecue to eat freely and happily?

Why did they need to cut the meat down from the skewers to a plate and then eat it with a fork?

In fact, it was them that were particular in this.

But why she felt that she was more uncivilized and wrong.

Thinking of the lunch, Henson could not help but smiled.

Wendy tried to be herself in her way, but she also wanted to join them. Her ambivalence looked funny.

"No, you're very cute. You lived a more real life than us."

Wendy then lay down in relief.

Even if it was a self-hypnosis, she would also like to take it.

No, she did not need to be ashamed of that. No at all.

Henson lying beside her, Wendy thought she would not be able to fall asleep easily.

Unexpectedly, she fall into sleep so quickly.

It was already four in the afternoon when she became awake again.

Henson was not in the room.

Wendy stretched. Then she washed face and went downstairs.

Beside the lake, she found Henson and Mason were playing chess.

Daisy watching beside them, Howell was also lying on the chair and playing games.

Seeing Wendy walking out, Daisy waved her hand to her. "Wendy, come here."

Wendy smiled lazily. "OK."

Wendy looked at Henson, "Why not wake me up early?"

"You looked tired. So I wanted you have a full rest."

Howell laughed out loud. "Henson, can you avoid these these bedroom topics in front of me? I am still

a child. Haha..."

Wendy blushed all of a sudden… Tired... Such an ambiguous word in this situation. Why did this

annoying Henson say this in this way?