The Cherished Wife

Chapter 90

It took Noelle a while to catch the hidden meaning in Charles’s words. By the time she pieced it together, the moment had slipped away, and she could not find a decent excuse to circle back to that conversation. They walked into the mall and made a beeline for the fresh produce. Noelle usually cooked at home. She rarely went to the mall for groceries, usually sticking to the local market. However, with her job eating up her time, her pots and pans were gathering dust.

Charles was in his element, unlike Noelle. Following him through the aisles, Noelle felt that familiar tug of something more than admiration for this guy.

She could not put her finger on it, but Charles was not like any rich kid she had ever met. He had this air of elegance and a cool charm but with a sly twist. He had the polish of the well–off without the usual arrogance.

Noelle was at a loss for words. However, if anything, Charles was one of a kind.

Charles, leading the way with the shopping cart, noticed Noelle had stopped dead in her tracks. He paused, turned back, and caught her gaze.

With a quirked eyebrow and a rhythmic tap of his fingers on the cart handle, he asked, “What’s up?”

a small shake of her head,

had a plan, right?” Charles’s voice was light with a tease. “Or are you thinking that we

of embarrassment and surprise, like she had been busted. She quickly tried to cover it up. “I was just

a playful grin spreading across his face. “So, what’s on

lip and shook her head, her eyes

as we go.” Charles gestured with a casual flick of his finger toward the path

how to handle the day–to–day stuff. Noelle trailed behind him, watching

into everything he did. Noelle watched him and thought

with a warm, inviting smile. “If you’re cool with that, I’d be happy