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?”

far from downtown, and the bus won’t cut. it,” Charles explained, glancing at his watch. Noelle peeked at the time and

you?” she blurted out, instantly regretting it. With the kind of

caught the question

As the implication dawned on her, a blush creeped up her cheeks. “I didn’t

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 are in totally different

Noelle had stood him up at prom or something. Noelle squirmed. “I… you promised to give me

chuckled as he saw her cheeks turn pink and playfully tousled her hair. “We’d better get a move on, or

a hand to her chest,

office was to the south, and his was to the north. Once

especially since this was her first time behind the wheel. She kept slow and