Seeing how shocked she was, Baron piped up, “Miss Evans, you’re so… different when you’re drunk.”
Wendy blushed and gave him an awkward laugh. She then quickly spun around to enter the villa with the bear plush in her hands.
She hated alcohol! Alcohol was the worst!
She knew she was drunk last night, but what about Henson?
He wasn’t drunk, so why did he allow her to do whatever she wanted? He even destroyed some person’s store just for a small bear plush. Was he out of his mind too?
He wasn’t there when she entered the living room.
She heaved a sigh of relief, as she didn’t feel like being embarrassed any further, so she quickly walked up the stairs to return to her room.
But as soon as she swung open the door, she was instantly stupefied.
At the corner of her room, sat a mountain of plushies.
There were small plushies of bears, rabbits, sheep, frogs, tortoises, and even a big bear etc.
She stood by the door, taking in all that was laid before her.
Over in the next room, Henson had already finished changing and had come out of his room.
Upon seeing her standing there in a daze, he walked behind her and peered inside the room. “What’s wrong?”
She pointed to the corner, at a loss for words. “You couldn’t have possibly have asked someone to do all this for you, could you?” She asked eventually.
“It was all me. Are you moved by my gesture?” He teased.
‘Was she moved’? Absolutely not, she felt like burying herself in the ground right then.
“Is this your way of making fun of me?” She scoffed.
“Why would I do that? Don’t you like plushies? Since you told me you do, I bought them for you. What’s wrong with that?” He asked.
She turned around to look at him and probed, “When did I tell you I liked plushies?”
“So, you don’t you like them?” He pouted.
“Why would I still be interested in plushies at this age? Of course I don’t like it,” she snapped.
“But you told me last night that you loved them. Or were you actually referring to those realistic kinds of dolls?” He teased as he shifted his gaze to her abdomen.
This made her blush. “You better get your head out of the gutters. My mind wasn’t in the right place after I got drunk last night, so I must’ve spouted a lot of nonsense then,” she explained.
“How could you’ve told me you liked plushies when your mind wasn’t in the right place? Heh, you know what I think? I’d like to think that everything you said came from your heart,” he deduced smugly.
“I was referring to the time when I was younger, where the number of girls who didn’t like plushies were few and far between. I liked them too, and was looking forward to my mom buying one for me, but unfortunately, my family’s finances wouldn’t allow for it,” she ranted.
“Perfect then. I can buy you anything you want because I got the money,” he gloated.
“But now that I’m older, I don’t need anyone to buy things for me. I’m earning my own money too, so I can buy things that I like for myself,” she huffed.
“Then, why don’t you?” He probed as he raised an eyebrow.
“Now that I’m older and have the ability to earn money myself, I realised that plushies no longer interested me. I suppose it’s true, what people say about buying things you like in the moment, because people tend to lose interest in the things they used to like after a long time.
“But why buy something if you don’t like them from start to finish?
“Who in this world can continue liking someone or something forever? We girls might seem impulsive when we shop, but what we’re buying is the feeling in the moment, not necessarily the thing itself. We might regret our purchases later on, but only God and us would know how much the thing moved us at the moment. Just like this plushie…”
She trailed off and lowered her head to look at the plushie in her hand. “I would be lying if I said I wasn’t moved by it when I was younger. But sadly, I’m not moved by it anymore,” she said with a conflicted expression.
He smiled, then slightly bent down to inch his face closer to hers.
They were so close now, this made her blink and take a few steps back. “What do you want?” She quizzed.
He smiled charmingly, “You said it well yourself. It’s true that people might not be moved by the things they used to be moved by back when they’re younger. This applies to plushies and humans alike,” he said with a charming smile.
She stared at his face, puzzled. “What did he mean by that?” She thought.
“I don’t care if you liked Ross or Loss or whoever back then. Now that you’re older, you should know that you liked them back then because you were naïve and were moved by them for just a tiny moment. So, it’s natural to stop liking them now, right?” He suggested with a smirk.
She lifted a finger to poke his forehead a few times as she huffed,
“What the heck’s going on in your head, Henson Charles?”
She was truly speechless now. The man sure knew how to take a jab at her every opportunity he got.
“How can such a smart woman like Miss Evans not get what I mean?” He asked with a smirk.
He then straightened himself up and stepped into her room.
“I want to change, so why are you here?” She accused.
“Oh don’t mind me,” he chirped.
“What do you mean? Do you think it’s appropriate for a burly guy like you to see me change in the same room?”
“How’s this inappropriate? We’ve slept together countless of times before and even had s*x twice now. I’ve already seen everything there’s to be seen, so how come you still mind?” He quizzed.
“But I do mind,” she answered anxiously as she stomped her feet on the ground.
“I won’t enter the closet then. You can go change in there in peace,” he teased.
She rolled her eyes. “He’s really something else,” she thought.
After placing the bear on the bed, she went into the closet to change into some house clothes before coming out to see him sitting upright on her bed, reading a book she left on her nightstand.
him sitting upright on her bed, reading a book she left on her nightstand.
“You planning to do your PhD now?”
She snubbed as she walked up to him to snatch the book in his hands. After placing it on the coffee table nearby, she looked down at him in a condescending manner and asked, “What do you want now that you’re in my room?”
“You,” he said and flashed a devilish grin.
“You want… Henson-” she spluttered and before she could finish her sentence, she shot him a death glare. “Can’t you be serious for once?” She snapped.
She felt frustrated as
the Henson in front of her was totally different from the way he presented himself to others.
She could attest to this.
“I AM being serious right now. You were the one who asked me what I was doing here. So, I gave you my honest answer. You can come up to bed with me right now, since I’m already here, or you can decline my invitation, as it’s your choice,” he said as a matter-of-factly.
“I decline,” she answered.
“Then, let’s forget it,” he replied.
“Then, what was he still loitering here for?” She thought.
“Why are you still here then?” She shot.
“Ah, yes. Weren’t you the one who ran away because of what happened last night? Should we sit down and have a chat about that then?” He suggested.
Here we go again.
Why was he so keen to discuss such matters after doing it?
“There’s nothing to talk about. My demands still remain unchanged. You didn’t lose out on anything after last night, so now we’re even. So, don’t you dare bring it up again,” she said.
“How can I not bring it up? Do you think it’s possible?” He asked.
“And you think it isn’t?” She said while shifting her gaze onto him.
“Before this, I hadn’t planned on moving to the next step with you, which was why I agreed with you back then. But now that we’ve already slept together, I feel it’s time we make it clear,” he explained.
“Alright then. How clear?” She said through clenched teeth.
“Technically speaking, I can’t back up some of the things you did last night while you were intoxicated as I had no witness, but it’s still fact that you were the one who wreaked havoc last night. You may not remember what you did, but I remembered it all, which is why I’m here to propose a request for you,” he said.
While she stared at how calm he was acting now, she couldn’t help but feel that he had something hidden up this sleeves.
“What… kind of request?” She asked nervously.
“I request that you take responsibility for your actions toward me,” he answered.