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?”

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 it, I’m going to be

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

over his forearm, caught

the implication dawned on her,

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. Even if our offices

eyes made it look like Noelle had stood him up at

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

pressed a hand to her chest, trying to calm the butterflies, and then picked up the

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

was not exactly Noelle’s favorite activity, but she was careful, especially since this was her first time behind the