The Cherished Wife

At this moment, seeing Charles sleeping so quietly was a first for Noelle. She propped her elbows on the bed with a smile on her face, watching his pure and innocent sleeping face with great interest. It seemed that his alertness was very high. Noelle had only been watching for a short while when Charles suddenly opened his eyes.

The sharpness in his eyes was evident the moment he awoke. However, upon realizing it was her, his gaze softened gradually. He smiled lightly, his deep voice resonating in her ear. "Awake already?" Noelle suddenly felt as if she had been caught doing something she should not. She nodded, turning her head to one side, ready to get out of bed. However, Charles quickly pulled her into his arms. "It's still early. Sleep a bit longer."

Noelle protested, "It's not early. It's already past eight."

"No rush," Charles murmured. He held onto Noelle so she couldn't move, forcing her to remain in his embrace.

Noelle did not speak, half-glaring at Charles before nestling deeper into his arms. "Since when did you become so lazy?"

Charles smirked. People often said men were the most attractive in the morning, and Noelle found this to be absolutely true. His deep, magnetic voice was undeniably his most potent weapon.

weekend. Sleep a bit more, okay?" He brushed his chin against her cheek, his hand gently caressing her jaw. "We went to bed late last night. Didn't you say you were

flushed instantly at his words. She bit her lip and gave Charles a playful,

blamed him for

many times she had begged him to stop, but he kept going, promising each time it was the last. Ultimately, he did not keep his word, and

to rub her sore lower back,

help

slipped her

banish you to the guest room. You

truly fierce expression. This