Chapter 542


    The next morning, everyone in the office was busy.


    ''Wendy delved right into sorting out raw financial data she received as soon as she sat down. It was


    then she noticed the pink cushioned-chair next to hers was empty. She had not seen Connie since


    punching in together in the morning.


    By the time she finished sorting out all her materials, finally did Connie came back, looking visibly


    downcast.


    She sank into her chair and leaned sideways with a glum look on her face.


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    Bonnie tilted over to look at her, grumbling, "Dammit, Connie. You''re here to work as soon as you


    arrive in the morning, not trot off to be a busybody?"


    "What happened?" asked a puzzled Wendy.


    Connie turned to face her and with a lowered voice, she said, "You don''t know, Bonnie and Wendy?


    Daisy of Marketing is getting a divorce!"


    The news stunned Bonnie. Setting aside her work, she joined in the gossip, "Divorce?! I thought


    she''s only been married for barely a year and she''s even pregnant since early this year! Just a


    couple of months short of her delivery and she wants a divorce now!?"


    Wendy was also very surprised. She had met Daisy Walton before and in fact, because they were


    fellow mothers- to- be nursing their pregnancies, they even talked about their babies before when


    they met during conference.


    "What else? Her husband''s been cheating of her!" muttered an irate Connie, "I heard that Daisy''s


    husband been cheating on her when she became pregnant. To think that the baby''s not even born


    yet! Daisy is crying so sadly that her colleagues at Marketing are all trying their best to console her.


    They say she''d already prepared her divorce papers and she wants to keep the child."


    Men these days just seem to crumble before the temptation to wreak their own rtionship or


    marriage. Whether it was a transitory passion of the mind or the flesh, men just can''t seem to hold


    their own.


    A seasoned woman herself, Bonnie sighed, "I dare say it''smon for men to look for satisfaction


    outside when they can''t find any during their wives'' pregnancy. Remember Zhang upstairs? She


    was having her second when her husband was caught cheating on her too. They say he was fooling


    around with a new secretary at his workce. That''s why women must be constantly vignt about


    their men, especially during pregnancy. You won''t know when and why his fly zips open suddenly!"


    Wendy''s face blushed red when she heard that.


    Because she was feeling exactly the same herself. Even Charlie had decided to sleep in the


    guestroomst night, remarking nastily that she was a tiresome woman.


    Out of nowhere, Connie suddenly grabbed her hand nervously, saying, "You''re pregnant too,


    Wendy! You need to watch Mr. Hogg carefully!"


    "Keep your voice down!" Wendy rushed to cover her mouth.


    Connie must have realized she had spoken too loudly. Her shoulders shrank as if in fear as she


    squeaked, "I got carried away! Sorry! But Mr. Hogg''s so suave and dandy that I''m sure there are


    many who will be willing to pry your hands off him! What if he fails to keep himself under control!?


    You''re not even registered! You need to watch out!"


    "Well, can''t say it''s wrong to be cautious," quipped Bonnie, bobbing her head.


    Wendy could only manage a smile at that and said nothing more.


    The white Land Rover eased into a stop by the intersection outside her office building as usual.


    Connie and Bonnie both clutched at her arms firmly, chaperoning Wendy until they reached Charlie.


    "Mr. Hogg," said Connie proudly, "We hereby return Wendy to you. Don''t worry. Bonnie and I have


    made good sure that no one sees you!"


    "Thank you so much," Charlie said, pursing his lips.


    Connie rolled his eyes and asked deliberately, "Well, Mr. Hogg, Wendy had given you a son and


    now she''s bearing your second child. Surely you what to do? When are you going to properly marry


    her and hold a banquet for us all to celebrate with you?"


    There were words that Connie spoke on Wendy''s behalf.


    Charlie looked sideways at Wendy and muttered, "That depends on her."


    Wendy''s face turned ashen.


    They had spoken about their marriage and yet now he''s pushing everything to her! And the strange


    stares of her colleagues only made it all the more unbearable!


    Connie and Bonnie were stunned at first, although they quickly turned pleased. They had thought


    that it was Charlie who was dying everything, not Wendy. But now that he had voiced out his


    intent, they immediately turned relieved.


    They picked up Larry and returned to the estate where both father and son went upstairs together.


    The little boy trotted back to his room to finish the homework that his teacher had given him while


    Charlie strode back to his room to remove his clothes and prepared for a bath.


    Wendy shared some words with Aunt Lee before she too went upstairs.


    She was surprised to hear the sound of running water when she entered the bedroom. She never


    saw Charlie taking a bath at this hour. Thest time he did was only because his clothes were


    stained by chemical disinfectants.


    The clothes he had just stripped offid strewn on the carpet beside the bed.


    He must have taken them off immediately right after he closed the door before he entered the


    bathroom. Wendy bit her lip as she picked up the boxer shorts and put them into theundry basket.


    But when she lowered herself again, she saw the reddish mark of lipstick on his shirt.


    Then she caught the unmistaken scent of a Dior perfume.


    Startled, she could not move.


    Her heart skipped a beat as he couldn''t help thinking what Connie and Bonnie had said in the


    morning about how men could get restless during their wives'' pregnancy and their propensity to


    cheat.


    But... Could Charlie be the same as these men?


    Wendy was about to let the shirt down when the bathroom door swung open. The sound of water


    running inside had stopped before she had even realized it.


    Charlie seemed to have bathed himselfpletely. He had even washed his hair and droplets of


    water dripped off his strands as he stepped out d with a towel below his waist. More beads of


    water rolled down his Adam''s apple and came to a rest at the base of his throat.


    It was toote for Wendy to pretend that she saw nothing and let go of the shirt. She looked up at


    him and asked, "Um... You''ve finished bathing?"


    "Yes," said Charlie, walking to her.


    The lipstick mark was facing up. He peered down and frowning, he said in a heavy voice, "I need to


    talk to you about something, Wendy."


    "What is it?" asked Wendy,


    "Would you believe it you hear about me cheating on you with another woman outside?" said


    Charlie, taking the shirt from her hand.


    Wendy blinked her eyes hard and shook her head, "No, I won''t!"


    "Really? You won''t believe it?" Charlie asked, his brows furrowed.


    Wendy looked up at his face and stared deeply into the dark, distant eyes of Charlies with not a hint


    of displeasure or anger on her face. In fact, she looked rather coquettish.


    "Nope~" she said again with a long trail.


    She threw herself into him and wrapped her arms around him. In a coy and yful mood, she said,


    "I know you want me and only me! I''m sure of it!"