Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife

Chapter 84 Acute gastroenteritis!

Lying on the bed, Wendy felt the pain was getting more acute in her stomach. She flopped herself over

to curl her body into a ball.

It's too painful.

The bell suddenly rang.

Wendy turned her head to look at it.

Who could it be at such a late time?

At first, she tried to ignore it, but soon her phone rang again.

It was Henson again.

"Hello." She picked it up.

"Open the door."

"You are outside?"

"Yes. Or who else do you think to know your present address? Hurry up to open the door."

She got up by feet and hands. Then she went to the door and opened it for him.

Henson then saw her pale and tired face. He could not help but frown at this.

"What happened? Are you sick? Why do you look so bad? "

"I may have had something wrong. I have been vomiting and diarrhea for hours. And I am having a

stomace now."

"Hurry up to the hospital." Henson helped Wendy to stand up, hoping to get her to the hospital.

"I've taken some pills. They may have not take any effect now." Wendy said as she waved her hands

to him.

"You're not a doctor. How could you perscribe yourself? I find you are just a nerd." He then didn't give

Wendy another chance to speak and just carried her to the door.

Wendy really felt very bad. And now she was too weak to battle with him. So she just gave into him.

Henson brought her to the hospital, the doctor saying it was acute gastroenteritis due to unclean food.

By about half past eleven, Wendy had fallen into alsleep.

She had suffered the pain for full two hours.

Henson sat bedside her. After making sure that she had been deep in her sleep, Henson picked up her

phone to review the history in her takeaway app.

The doctor asked what she had eaten tonight.

Wendy said the takeaway.

Henson took a photo of the food she ordered tonight.

Looking at Wendy's sleeping face, he stood up a little to kiss her on the cheek.

"Have a good sleep. When you wake up, everything will be fine." Henson caressed Wendy's head and

said gently to her.

About over an hour later, Wendy woke up with a rumbling stomach.

Henson was sleeping on the bed next to hers.

So Wendy got up and walked carefully, but Henson still woke up.

"Why do you get off?" asked Henson.

Wendy blushed. "I want to go to the toilet."

"Let me help you."

"No need for that. I know where it is."

"Don't be shy. I have seen your entire body before."

Wendy rolled her eyes at him, "Can you stop your nonsense now?"

"Is that not the truth?"

"But… But I still don't need your accompany me to the toilet. "

It was so weird.

As well as embarrassed.

With a hand held high in the air to take the infusion bag, Wendy found the way to the toilet alone.

Henson followed her. Wendy then glared at him.

"I just want to keep your safe. And I won't go inside with you." Henson explained helplessly.

Wendy then allowed him to get inside to help her with hanging up her infusion bag.

Henson then walked out and sighed.

This woman is… so stubborn. She was sick now, but still kept refusing his help.

Had she already forgotten that she was a girl, who needn't be so strong all the time?

After that, Wendy still came to the toilet several times. It was until 3 a.m. that she finally managed to

sleep soundly.

Wendy had a full sleep this time. When she woke up, the sun was high. And Donald even had brought

them the breakfast.

Henson got her some porridge.

Before Wendy started eating, Donald went out the room first.

Wendy looked at Henson emotionally. "Thank you." said Wendy.

"For what?"

"Thank you for taking me to the hospital yesterday. Thank you for getting me such a good breakfast

today."

"Um… It sounds that you do own me a favor now. So where is my reward?"

Henson got up from the sofa and walked over to Wendy. Then he bent his body slightly to poke at his

cheek.

"I don't like the oral thank you. Show me something practical."

Wendy frowned for his naive action, "Henson, are you really the true Mr. Charles I heard of?"

"I am the true Henson Charles. But I donot know what kind of Henson you expected." Henson smiled

evilly as he still poked his face to her. "Hurry up! Or I will kiss you myself. Then you won't be so easy to

get rid of me.

"

Thinking of that, Wendy soon gave into him.

She then leaned forward to kiss on his cheek.

But Henson felt her breathing was coming near, so he quickly turned his face around.

Her lips were then imprinted into his directly.

Wendy jumped in fright to retreat her lips.

But Henson took the chance to deepened the kiss.

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Wendy was annoyed for she was lied by him again.

But Henson felt very good. After a long kiss, he let go of her. He smiled mischievously at her.

Wendy's face flushed as she covered her lips with hands. She shouted his name with angry, "Henson!"

"Yes, I'm here." answered Henson with a smile.

"Why do you lie again?"

Henson was in a good mood now. So he explained, "I just want you to remember that a man will do

whatever he can, when he want to get benefits from a woman. So, in the future, you should be wary of

all the men other than me, or…"

"You will be taken advantage by them." As he spoke, he rubbed Wendy's nose lovingly.

Wendy felt so sullen.

Why did she always lose to Henson?

She had never be at a disadvantage with other men, including Gorman. He could never sneak a kiss

from her.

But Henson always succeed in this.

Wendy felt like she was going to explode with anger.

Henson patted her head and said, "Donald will stay here to accompany and help you. You have a good

rest today. I am leaving to the company now. And I will come to see you at lunch."

"But I have asked a day off from the company."

"You have my permission now."

"You're not my direct leader, so your approval does not count."

"But your leader is under my control."

"Even so, I still have to say that to her directly." Wendy then found Joye's number to diale it.

"Joye, it's me. I am sorry that I have to ask a day off. I ate something wrong last night and had acute

gastroenteritis. I'm in the hospital now... Alright, thank you. Goodbye."

After hanging up, Wendy looked to Henson, "Aren't saying that you are leaving?"

Henson shook his head and asked, "Why am I always feeling usless to you in many things?"

"Because I don't need your help." Wendy was a little upset, "You can go to the comapny now. They

need you." Henson laughed to her words speechlessly, "But I just like you and want to conquer you."