The Cherished Wife

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve got my routine,” Charles said, unfazed. “Grab some cutlery, will you?”

“Alright!” Noelle ran into the kitchen to figure out where to set the bowls and cutlery, with Charles right on her heels. He pointed to a spot. “Just remember, this is where we keep them.”

“Got it!” Noelle grinned, noticing that Charles had every room–from the kitchen to the living room and even the bedroom–arranged in perfect order.

She stole another glance at Charles, puzzled. Who would’ve guessed that a guy like him would be into cooking?

Charles quirked an eyebrow, leaning casually in the kitchen doorway. “Something on your mind?”

Noelle shook her head, a touch of sheepishness in her voice. “I just feel a little silly. I was the one who said I’d cook yesterday!”

Charles flashed a playful smile. “Time to eat!”

After breakfast, Charles flicked a set of keys to Noelle, who caught them with a surprised look. “Why are you giving me these?”

and the bus won’t cut. it,” Charles explained, glancing at his watch. Noelle peeked at the time and gasped, “Damn it, I’m going

center. “What about you?” she blurted out, instantly regretting it.

jacket draped over his forearm, caught

was caught off guard. As the implication dawned on her, a blush creeped up her cheeks.

turned to Noelle with a wistful look. “You know, I would love to drive you to work. It would give us more time

had stood him up

saw her cheeks turn pink and playfully tousled her hair. “We’d better get a move on, or we’ll be late

a little somersault. She pressed a hand to her chest, trying to calm the butterflies, and

was to the south, and his was to

favorite activity, but she was careful, especially since this was her first time behind the wheel. She kept slow and