The Cherished Wife

Chapter 39

It was like being in an oven, heat blasting from every direction, frying Noelle’s brain. Through the haze, she thought she saw someone. A cool touch on her cheek, a moment of relief, made her grumble in protest. Blinking hard, the figure looming over her took her by surprise. She felt like she was floating on a cloud, then suddenly, she was free–falling.

Snapping back to reality, Noelle’s eyes flew open to an unfamiliar face. “Who are you?” she croaked, shocked at the sound of her own voice. She shoved the guy away and bolted from the bed. “What did you do to me?”

The man ran his fingers along his jawline, his gaze sharp and calculating. “Are you just playing dumb, or do you really have no clue?”

Noelle’s legs gave out. She stumbled into the coffee table before collapsing to the floor. The man watched her with a hint of amusement, his eyebrow arching slightly as he said with a smirk, “Your folks told me you were still a virgin when they gave you to me.”

“What did you just say?” Noelle’s mind was foggy, her thoughts focused on the confrontation she had just had in the study. Her father’s stern voice was still ringing in her ears, as were her mother’s words. Was this guy they were talking about? The one who had poured a fortune into their lives? Noelle’s face, paled, particularly when she caught the sneer on the man’s face.

true? Did her parents really hand her over

slapped his hand away with

Instead, he watched as Noelle struggled weakly, clicking his tongue in mock pity. “Quite the show,

been drugged before, but that was by a stranger. This time, her own parents were to blame. She

so tight that her nails were practically buried in her

“What can you offer me? What on earth could I, Simon York, not already have in this

Simon York?

to be Simon, the notorious

bitter chuckle, Noelle raised her head to meet Simon’s eyes. Just then, a knock came from the door, followed by Winter’s voice, “Noelle, are you there?