Henson helped Wendy get up to her feet and led her back to the tree.
She then leaned herself against the tree.
After seeing that she could stand upright without toppling over, he walked over to a flowerbed, picked up a loose brick from the side of the road, and sent it flying to the window of the store.
The sound of glass shattering was enough to give her a scare.
She merely stood by the tree in a daze as she watched him take the bear plush from the other side of the window. He then strolled up and handed it over to her. “Am I considered a man who keeps his word now?” He teased.
She grabbed the bear plush and hugged it tightly in her arms as she looked at him with wide eyes.
When their driver heard the commotion outside, he quickly scampered out of the car and looked at Master Henson.
What the heck was going on right now?!
Master Henson had always been one to play by the rules all his life, so why is it that he’s become a rebel for a certain Miss Evans now?
While looking at her, his lips gradually curled into a smile. “Now, will you get into the car?” He asked.
She nodded in agreement.
After the two of them had hopped into the car, their driver got in shortly after.
“No, you stay outside and take care of everything later,” Henson ordered.
“Understood, Master Henson,” the poor driver obliged without questioning.
Less than twenty minutes later, the owner of the store arrived at the scene. After seeing the broken glass, she was livid as she scolded the driver, “What makes you think you can destroy my store just for a bear plush? I’m calling the cops!”
In the car, Henson patted Wendy’s head and requested, “Be a good girl and sit still, alright? I’ll be right back.” He then got out of the car, took out a cheque and handed it to the arrogant-sounding shopkeeper. “This is for the glass. I believe this should suffice as remuneration,” he said.
The amount of zeros on the cheque was enough to blow her mind, but she still insisted on bargaining as she straightened her neck. “This type of glass is very pricey, by the way, so this amount wouldn’t do,” she huffed.
“Oh, really?” He questioned and looked over to the driver. “I suppose we should call the police and let them intervene then. And when the time comes, I’ll compensate her according to the amount they deem appropriate. I mean, if the matter can be settled with $20k, then there’s no need for me to pay $300k, right?” He reasoned.
Just as he was about to put away the cheque, she quickly snatched it out of his hands. “I just remembered that I still have a few things to do tonight, so I don’t have the time to sit here and wait for the police to come. Let’s just forget about the incident today, alright? Just promise me you won’t be so impulsive next time,” she hurriedly said.
She later shoved the cheque into her handbag and went on her merry way.
Just as he spun around and was about to enter the car, he heard the driver holler, “Oh no, Miss Evans, where are you going?”
Henson turned around and saw that Wendy had already exited the vehicle from the other side.
She heard the driver call her name, so she turned her head to look at the two of them. She then let out a hiccup in reply and started speeding off on foot.
Henson immediately got on his feet to chase after her.
“Wendy!” He hollered.
She turned around and shouted while running, “Stop chasing me, I don’t have any money!”
He frowned. Was this woman… insane?
“Stop running, I don’t want your money,” he shouted back.
She didn’t believe him and began running even faster.
“Tsk, this woman won’t listen to anyone. She knows how to run even while drunk too,” he thought.
After exerting all his energy, he finally caught up to her after running for a few hundred metres.
When he grabbed onto her wrist, she shouted for help with all her might. “Help! Help me-”
He covered her mouth and shoved her against the wall of a building.
She tried wriggling free from his grasp. “Let me go, let me go,” she whined.
“Calm down for a second, Wendy. Look who it is,” he cooed.
She shook her head in response. “You’re a bad guy. You smashed a glass window,” she slurred.
“It’s Henson here,”
“You can’t be Henson. Henson isn’t that bad of a person.”
He was beyond speechless. This woman was being so unreasonable right now.
If she wasn’t drunk now, he would’ve punished her by now.
His voice remained soft, however. “And why do you think I did that?” He asked.
“You… Hic,” she said and blinked a few times. “Wait, why’d you do that again?” She asked, confused.
He gave a sigh. “I was doing a good deed for you. I did that to help you rescue your little bear. Didn’t you say it looked miserable? That’s why I can’t be a bad guy,” he explained.
He then used his palm to pat the little bear plush she held on to tightly in her grasp.
She lowered her head to look at the plush before coming to a realisation. “Ah, so you’re a good guy,” she said.
Her body swayed once more and she blinked a few times before saying, “But why do you keep swaying to the side? Can you not?” She whined.
He never once thought that he’d have to rely on a bear plush to prove his innocence in his entire life.
How else could he prove his case?
At this time, their driver had found them with him behind the wheel.
After landing his gaze on the two of them, he immediately stopped the car and got out. “Master Henson, I drove the car here already,” he said curtly.
Henson turned to look at her and said, “Let’s get in the car, I’ll send you home,”
“No, my mother advised me not to get into strangers’ cars. Men are trash, so it’s not safe for me.”
She huffed and pouted while staring at him with a serious face on.
He restrained himself from laughing and asked, “Well, did your mother tell you that walking by the roadside alone at night is even more dangerous?”
She merely blinked in response. He then tugged her wrist and urged, “Let’s go, Miss Evans. I’ll send you home.”
“Eh? How’d you know I’m a professor?” She slurred.
“You don’t recognise me anymore? I’m Henson, the older brother of your tutee, Howell Charles,” he explained.
“Um…” she hummed in confusion. On one hand he looked like Henson, but on the other, he didn’t.
He slowly dragged her by the wrist to the side of the car. She’d also finally stopped resisting and merely followed along.
But upon arriving at the entrance of Charles family’s villa, she changed her mind once more.
She refused to get out of the car. “This isn’t my house,” she whined.
“Then, where is this?” He asked.
“This is Henson’s house.”
“Isn’t Henson’s house your house as well?”
“Of course not, Henson’s house is Henson’s house. I don’t know the guy.”
He flared up after hearing her say that. “What do you mean ‘you don’t know the guy’?”
“Shh,” she shushed him and put a finger to her lips while her eyes darted to the side. “Quiet. this Henson guy is especially bad since he always takes advantage of me. This is why I won’t go in, and neither should you.”
“I happen to know that he’s not into men, so it should be okay if I head in.”
“How would you know that? I even heard people say he’s not into women,” she said and pouted. “But he always tries to kiss me whenever he gets the chance.”
At that moment, he genuinely felt that it was impossible to reason with a woman who was drunk.
“Then, you tell me, where is it you want to go?” He asked.
“I have a house,” she answered.
“Where do you live?” He pressed.
She then whispered into his ear, “I’m staying in room 909 in Building 3 at Big City. What say you come with? My place is surely safer than it is here.”
He laughed then rolled down the car windows to command the driver, “Get in, drive us to Big City,”
“Understood, Master Henson,” the driver obliged without questioning.
Upon arriving at the residential area, Henson ordered the driver to leave after dropping the both of them off.
She hummed all the way up the stairs while he propped her up.
Once they arrived at her door, he fished out a key and was about to open the door when she blurted, “Hey, you! This is my house, so how can you open my door with your key?”
She lowered her head and rummaged through her bag while she was still speaking. She eventually found her house key, and fumbled to open the door.
He raised an eyebrow and looked at her.
It seemed like she was the type to become more brazen the more drunk she got. She could still recognise him in the beginning, but now she couldn’t at all.
As he stared at her beautiful rosy cheeks, something had started to stir inside of him.