The Cherished Wife

Chapter 12

Charles squinted, his gaze dropping to the slender hands pushing against his chest. Noelle looked like she was playing hard to get, but Charles knew better that she was not the type to send mixed signals. Right now, her hands were shaking slightly, the warmth of her touch making his eyebrows rise a little. His eyes lingered on Noelle’s overly made–up face.

Charles reached out with a frown and touched her cheek, his voice laced with

Lay off the heavy makeup next time. It’s not your style.”

annoyance.

Noelle’s temper flared instantly, and she shoved Charles back, “Back off! It’s my face, so I’ll do whatever I want with it. I’ll wear as much makeup as I want. Keep your opinions to yourself.

Noelle stood up with a huff. “I’m going to check on what Grandpa is up to!”

She made her way to Sebastian’s study, tapped lightly on the door, and called out, “Grandpa, can I come in?”

“Come in!”

voice, Noelle swung the door open and found him by the bookshelf

spotting Noelle, beckoned, “Get

things she could not make

am I greeted with when I come over for a rare visit?

chuckled and playfully tapped her forehead as he gazed at Noelle’s familiar face, letting out

him?” Despite his fame, Grandpa had never mentioned him before. Noelle was practically raised by Sebastian and only later moved back in with the Shaws. She even tagged along to

shadow of concern before he broke into a smile. “How old were you back then? Charles was my star student, but he went overseas, so it’s no shock your haven’t met him. He tucked the notebook away and gently

to…”

exasperation.” Grandpa, what am I to you? Do you think

Charles is definitely

for