The Cherished Wife

Chapter 43

A chill flickered in Charles’s gaze as he glanced at Ronald, who promptly stood up straighter and let out a nervous laugh. “Where to now, Mr. Hoffman?”

“To the Phoenix Tree Residence!” Charles gently settled Noelle into the car as if she were a delicate treasure. Ronald could not help but stare until a piercing look from Charles snapped him back to reality, and he hurriedly got the car going. The sleek black Maybach vanished into the cloak of the night.

The drug coursing through Noelle seemed too potent. She feverishly tugged at her clothes and whimpered softly, even though Charles had covered her with his suit jacket.

Even Ronald, who was usually oblivious, could tell something was off with Noelle. However, he resolutely focused on the road ahead and did not dare sneak a peek at her. Angering Mr. Hoffman was the last thing

he wanted.

Noelle was in agony, her body burning up. She clutched at Charles’s hand, pressing herself against him, and her lips found his in a clumsy, desperate kiss

again until he finally gave up. Noelle snuggled

privacy screen, cutting off the front from the back. He

witnessed. The big boss, who was usually so cool

trying to regain his composure, felt Noelle clinging to him like a little octopus, her tiny hands wandering all over him. It tickled so much that he could not help but gasp and firmly grasp her wandering hand. “Enough,

the firmness

a smile, mixed with a bit of

just are! I’m feeling hot and yucky,” Noelle mumbled, not fully aware of her actions. All she knew was that she felt bad and that being close to Charles, with his comforting scent and warmth, was

wanted to be.

planted another kiss on Charles’s lips. Her hands were all over him, exploring his body with a sense of urgency. She pulled at his clothes, her body