The Cherished Wife

Chapter 56

“Deal!” Noelle felt a weight lift off her shoulders; she was not keen on visiting the Shaw family anyway. “If I want to catch up with you, Grandpa, we’ll just meet up somewhere!”

After hanging up, Noelle looked up to see Charles returning after a long absence, a gift box in hand as he strolled up to her.

Her phone was still in her hand, her heartbeat erratic with anticipation.

Charles offered the gift box to Noelle, “Your clothes haven’t dried yet. I picked this up for you to wear in the meantime. I hope it works for now!”

“Thanks!” Noelle snatched the package and eagerly tore it open to find a long, flowy dress that seemed to shimmer with magic. She inspected it, noticing the tag was missing. However, the faint outline of a logo and the feel of the fabric gave it away. It was a Saint Di creation, a brand famed for their exclusive designs.

“You don’t like it?” Charles inquired, catching Noelle off guard.

v size?”

She shook her head. “No, it’s gorgeous. But how did you guess my

The question escaped her lips before she could stop it, and Charles’s knowing look sent a fresh wave of blush across her cheeks. “I’ll go try it on!”

a collision with the door. Charles’s voice

Noelle’s flustered retreat and couldn’t help but

fit like a glove, as did the lingerie. The thought that Charles, who was still a mystery to her, could size her up with a single glance sent a shiver down

her lip, confronting her reflection’s rosy cheeks. “Get it together, Noelle,” she scolded herself, giving her face a

a moment of self–encouragement, she adjusted the dress

out.

relieved. She let out a quiet breath, her hand resting on her chest. Then her eyes caught the sight of Charles emerging from the walk–in closet. Momentarily transfixed, she had always known he was fit; however, the man was a walking masterpiece, clothes hanging on him as if he was born to wear

it, and the top–quality shirt he wore underneath was casually unbuttoned to the third button, showing off a hint of his tan chest. It gave him a laid–back

fancy, just a sleek

style.

just the

moment she laid eyes on him. It was like he could wear a burlap sack and still look

Noelle’s gaze. He flashed a

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