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.

to Charles with a mix of surprise and nervousness, as if to say,

could not help but let out

with mischief as they landed on Charles. With a grin that seemed

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

I’m not even

never would have pegged his frosty brother as the type to flirt with his

quickly ate his food again. Still, was already plotting to spill the beans to the eldest brother and Peter. Charles was way more sly than he would ever have given him

an ice king, especially around women. Today’s little dramal had totally blown

each person was lost in their own thoughts. One thing was for sure, though:

lived in a bubble, their delicate hands never soiled by work, spending their days arranging flowers,