The Cherished Wife

Charles squinted, but he kept looking at Noelle as if he did not even notice Xavier standing there. Xavier felt awkward but did not know what to say.

Noelle felt the tension in the air. "Mr. Hoffman, what brings you here?"

Charles gave her a small smile. "I was just talking to Sir Shaw, and he mentioned you." He did not exactly answer her question, but Noelle got the hint. "You're friends with my Grandpa? He just called me to come over."

"Really? Shall we go together?" Charles asked. Noelle nodded eagerly. "Yes, let's go!"

As Noelle was about to leave, Xavier could not hide his disappointment. "Noelle!" he called out. "You said you'd talk to me!"

Noelle's brow furrowed. She could not believe that even with Charles there, Xavier still would not back down.

going on, he looked straight at Xavier and said in an icy voice,

did not have to get loud to be in charge. When he raised his voice just a little at the end of his sentence, it was the final

Something felt off,

standing too close or too far apart. Noelle looked really small next to Charles, yet somehow, they looked just right together. That gave

did not want to admit it, but Charles was

shouldn't be late," Charles said glancing at Noelle. "It wouldn't look good if the groom was missing from his own party. Ms. Shaw, are you ready to head back?"

my grandpa

too," Charles said, his icy voice warming up a little. "They're so good at

up into Charles's eyes and teased, "Mr. Hoffman, you're too humble. My Grandpa and Granddad just play for fun. You're in a whole different league!" Xavier, feeling totally ignored, huffed,

a chilly glance. "It's your big day, right? You should look the part. Did your dad