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.

with a mix of surprise and nervousness, as if to say, “Hey, focus on your

help but let out a

eyes twinkling with mischief as they landed on Charles. With a grin that seemed as innocent as a lamb, he teased, “Hey, cut

Charles made. She was mortified. Charles, however, remained cool as a cucumber and drawled, “Sean, have you

vanished as he forced a smile. I’m not even a little tired. Noelle’s cooking is top–

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

they met Charles’s stern look, he quickly ate his food again. Still, was already plotting to spill the beans to the eldest

had always figured Charles was a bit of an ice king, especially around women. Today’s little dramal

lost in their own thoughts. One thing was for sure, though: both Charles and Sean

hands never soiled by