The Cherished Wife

Noelle's face turned red, and she pushed Charles away. "You're so improper!"

Charles laughed, then flipped over, placing his hands on the bed and pinning Noelle beneath him. His arms were now on either side of her.

Then, his lips curved in a smile, encircling Noelle's small frame within his embrace.

Noelle swallowed hard, feeling a sudden sense of pressure. "Charlie, it's getting late. We should..."

"It's indeed late, Nelly. You're too weak. I feel it's necessary for me to exercise with you every morning from now on," Charles said, his words layered with meaning. His narrow eyes met Noelle's directly. Noelle's heart skipped a beat, and before she realized it, she was already caught up in Charles' rhythm.

She had to admit, Charles was truly a master in this aspect. Despite having just experienced passion not long ago, each of his moves could still leave her utterly enthralled.

The consequences of such indulgence were quite severe. Charles' idea of exercise was purely confined to the bed.

Noelle's soreness from the previous night had yet

lay on Charles' shoulder, looking at his profile

and drew in a sharp breath. His hands were still around her

tensed, and a

stiffened immediately, and she quickly let go. "No

eyes, Charles kissed the corner of Noelle's eye "Alright, I'm just teasing you." Seeing her innocent and panicked expression, Charles

get dressed and go downstairs. Don't forget we have to

but punch Charles lightly.

I haven't prepared a gift for Grandpa. This is the first time I'm officially introducing you to him, and it's so disrespectful!"