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

gave up. Noelle snuggled against Charles with the carefree joy of a child, causing Ronald to nearly slam on the

sharp glance from Charles, Ronald quickly flipped up the privacy screen, cutting off the front from the back. He

could not help but wonder about the scene he had just witnessed. The big boss, who was usually so

like a little octopus, her tiny hands wandering all over

his chest. Feeling the firmness in Charles’s voice, she frowned, looking hurt.

crack a smile, mixed with a bit of helplessness. He had not expected Noelle to be so clingy and playful. “Mean? How am I

was that she felt bad and that being close to Charles, with

wanted to be.

were all over him, exploring his body with a sense of urgency. She pulled at his clothes, her body pressing against his as if she