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?”

of her daze, and gave a small shake of her head, “Oh, it’s nothing. Just trying to decide

a tease. “Or are you thinking that we need

had been busted. She quickly tried to cover it up. “I

drew out the word, a playful grin spreading across

nibbled on her lip and shook her head, her eyes

it. We will think of something as we go.” Charles gestured with a casual flick of his finger toward the path ahead. “Come

handle the day–to–day stuff. Noelle trailed behind him, watching as he confidently

watched him

turned to her with a warm, inviting smile.