Henson felt irritated when he saw Wendy looking at him like that.
He stopped himself from reaching for his cutlery then slowly began to lower his fingers.
“What makes you think this can make me less pissed off at you?” he asked coldly while glaring at her.
“Yeah, I know you’re still really pissed off at me, and that a meal won’t really change anything, but I still wanted to try everything I can to atone for my blunder, okay?” she said sheepishly.
He raised an eyebrow at that, then lifted his right hand to motion at her to come closer to him.
She wondered what he meant by that.
“Come and sit beside me so that I can tell you why I’m so pissed off today,” he said.
She obliged like a good girl as she came to him.
He gestured to her with his fingers again. “Lend me your ear,” he requested.
She felt confused by all of this. There was clearly no one else in the room, so why did he want to whisper?
But she let him have his way regardless, since he was being a grumpy fart right now.
She later tilted her face and inched her ear nearer to him.
He smiled at how obedient she was being right now. “So, this was how she was like after a blunder,” he thought.
He leaned close to her ear, but before he could open his mouth, he turned her face to him to kiss her.
This caused her to fall backwards into her chair, to which he stood up to continue locking lips with her while her head was pressed firmly against its headrest.
It was only after he princess-carried her, that they stopped kissing, and
that she had to instinctively latch onto his neck so that she didn’t drop onto the floor.
Her face instantly flushed crimson after she exchanged glances with his intense gaze.
After sensing that he was about to take her upstairs, she quickly piped up, “Henson, I-”
“What did you just call me?” he asked.
She quickly corrected herself, “Henson, we-”
“Hush.” he interrupted.
Once they got into their room, he swiftly kicked the door shut behind him and
deposited her on the bed.
In her nervousness, she turned to look at him, but he’d already pounced on her to kiss her again.
She didn’t know what to do in the beginning, so she just laid there frigidly while he went at it,
but as the kiss deepened, she slowly raised her arms to wrap them around his neck.
He eventually started to fondle her in places with his hands.
This caused her to let go of one of her arms to push him away, but even after pushing at his shoulders hard, he still didn’t budge and remained as still as a statue.
He later moved her hands out of the way and began to unbutton her shirt.
This caused her to clasp the bedsheets in her anxiousness.
If she were honest with herself… she didn’t mind doing it with him anymore.
However, the mere thought of doing it was enough to reduce her to a blushing mess.
Her face flushed as red as a tomato.
This made him chuckle and he squeezed her cheeks in response.
He could stare at her teenage girl-like shyness any day.
But before he could reach fourth base, the both of them heard a knock on the door.
This obviously agitated him. “Who is it,” he hollered as he turned his head to the door.
Donald the Butler’s voice came from the door. “It’s me, Master Henson,” he announced.
“Go back down! You are not to come upstairs until I say so!” Henson shouted.
“But Master Henson, Madam Daisy has returned,” he said.
She gasped. What was
Daisy doing here?
For some reason, when she heard Donald call her by that title, she averted her gaze from his to stare at his face.
And upon noticing that he had a frown on, this made her came back to her senses. What exactly was she doing with him right now?
Even though she knew that Julia was still lingering in his heart, she even went so far as to… she surmised that she’d already gone mad.
But what she didn’t know was that Henson’s frown actually meant something else. He was actually annoyed at the fact that Daisy had interrupted his intimate time with Wendy.
“Have her look for Howell first. I have matters to attend to now, so I can’t see her just yet,” he instructed in a chilly manner,
fully intending to pick up from where they left off just now.
But Wendy had already sat up on the bed and covered herself with the blanket.
“Master Mason didn’t return with her. She came by herself,” Donald surged on at the door.
“I think you should head downstairs to see what’s up first,” she said nonchalantly after steeling her nerves.
“No, let’s finish it first,” Henson replied frustratedly.
“No, you should head downstairs to see what’s up first,” she repeated, now with a stubborn look on her face.
She would’ve definitely gone all the way with him if not for Daisy’s sudden arrival,
but now that the woman she’d once forgotten from her memory had appeared, she didn’t have to.
She was fully aware that she was the person he’d loved and still held onto until now, so how could she possibly do such an irresponsible thing to him?
She wouldn’t allow it.
Eventually, he let out a heavy sigh, and cursed at himself in his heart.
After throwing away the covers, he gave her a kiss before getting up and putting on his clothes.
After noticing that she was still covering herself with the blanket, he turned to face her in confusion. “Didn’t we agree to head downstairs together? Why aren’t you getting dressed too?” he asked with an eyebrow raised.
“That’s because I won’t be going. You can go by yourself,” she said flatly.
“But weren’t you the one who told us to head downstairs in the first place?” he asked as he inched closer to her.
“Well, didn’t Daisy come on her own? So, I assume she’s only here for you, not me obviously,” she replied with her gaze lowered.
“Oh, quit being jealous and get up already,” he chuckled in amusement and reached out a hand to pull her out of bed, but
she managed to dodge to the side. “Stop saying that I’m jealous. I’m not. It’s not like I don’t know that you and Miss Hunt knew each other before this, so why should I be jealous? I’m not jealous.” she huffed.
Why should she be jealous? She wasn’t the type to get jealous over such trivial matters.
When he saw her acting all pissy, he instantly took off his clothes, jumped back onto the bed and crawled under the sheets.
This caused her to press down the sheets on both sides with her hands immediately. “What are you doing?!” she cried out in alarm.
“Well, if you don’t want to go, then I won’t go too. She can wait while we wrap up our business,” he teased.
“Can’t you be serious for once? You’re aware that she’s here for you, right? So, why should I head downstairs with you? I have to come back up here afterwards anyways, so why can’t I just remain here in the first place?” she complained while frowning.
“Absolutely not. That’s because you’re my woman now, and as the hostess of this house, you have to attend to your guests when they come to visit. Do you think it’s appropriate of you to hide your face in bed with guests over?” he probed.
She paused and looked at him for a moment. What did he mean by ‘Hostess of the house’?
“Also, if you don’t want to see her, just tell it to her face. What are you scared of when I’m your man?” he replied calmly. “Choose. Would you rather we finish what we started or head downstairs together? I personally prefer the former,” he teased.
She rolled her eyes at him in response. “I choose the latter. Go quickly get yourself dressed,” she said flatly and
started scooping up her clothes from the bed.
He smiled as he got out of the bed as well.
Daisy was staring absent-mindedly at the business news channel Henson had turned on just now as she sat on the sofa.
She immediately turned around after hearing the sound of footsteps approaching.
But after she laid eyes on Wendy descending the stairs together with Henson, her expression froze and she forced a weak smile. “What a surprise to see you here too, Miss Evans,” she remarked.