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?”

driving the Ferrari to work. We’re far from downtown, and the bus won’t cut. it,” Charles explained, glancing at his watch. Noelle peeked at the time and gasped, “Damn

from the city center. “What about you?” she blurted out, instantly regretting it. With the kind of cars Charles had in his garage, he

forearm, caught the question and smirked. “Want to carpool

caught off guard. As the implication dawned on her, a blush

on!” Charles had already laced up his sneakers by the door when he turned to Noelle with a wistful look. “You know, I would love to drive you to work. It would give us more time to hang out.

had a touch of sadness, and his puppy–dog eyes made it look like Noelle had stood him up at prom or something. Noelle squirmed. “I… you promised to

pink and playfully tousled her hair. “We’d better get a move on, or

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

south, and his was to the north. Once they reached the city streets, they

time behind the wheel. She kept slow