The Cherished Wife

Chapter 70

Sean took a whiff. “Wow, that smells amazing. It’s rare to find girls who can cook these days.”

“Thanks!”

Noelle dished out some rice for them. “Dig in! If you like it, help yourselves to seconds!”

When Noelle passed the bowl to Charles, she caught him staring at her. Feeling a bit self– conscious under his gaze, she chuckled. “What’s up? Not hungry?”

Charles squinted slightly, accepting the bowl. His long fingers grazed Noelle’s hand, sending a flutter through her chest. She quickly pulled back, a bit flustered, and served herself some rice. “Come on, eat before it gets cold.”

Charles’s eyes twinkled with mischief at Noelle’s bashful reaction, clearly enjoying the moment. He casually stretched his legs and gave Noelle a playful nudge under the table.

immediately, her eyes darting to Charles with a mix of surprise and nervousness, as if to say,

help but let out a

a grin that seemed as innocent as a lamb, he teased,

flamed up the second she heard that, realizing Sean had witnessed every move Charles made. She was mortified. Charles, however, remained cool as a cucumber and drawled, “Sean, have you got enough on your plate? Weren’t you just sprawled out on the surgery table? You

he forced a smile. I’m not even a little tired.

inwardly, he was calling Charles out for being a sly dog. He never would have pegged

plotting to spill the beans to the eldest brother and Peter. Charles was way more

figured Charles was a bit of an ice king, especially

own thoughts. One thing was for

soiled by work, spending their days arranging flowers,