The Cherished Wife

Noelle spoke coldly. The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the soft breeze rustling her hair. Her gaze was icy, as if it could pierce through someone's heart. It chilled Yevgen to the core.

"I've liked you for so many years, Noelle," he said.

"That's your issue. You liking me is your business; it doesn't mean I owe you anything for it," she replied.

"Noelle, why? We've been classmates for so many years, and you knew I liked you then too. Back when we were in school, you never pushed me away. I thought that over time, you'd grow to like me," Yevgen confessed, his heart aching from the rejection.

"Not every affection is reciprocated. Yevgen, I hope you understand that your feelings are yours alone, and you can't use them to emotionally manipulate me," she explained.

"Then what about him?" Yevgen pointed at Sean. "What about him? I overheard your mother earlier-he's the guy she set you up with, and you're okay with seeing him. So why reject me?"

Yevgen could not help but find Sean an eyesore, especially after seeing him sit at the head table during the event where only Noelle's grandfathers and Charles were seated.

belonged there, but when Noelle brought Sean over to sit with them, Yevgen felt a surge of

and wealth, Yevgen had never heard of him before and saw him as just another suitor

by standing there. A faint, playful smile curved his lips. Sean was strikingly handsome-almost

fresh air. Those who did not know him well could easily be

Noelle. His eyes were full of mischief. He was clearly enjoying

powerless to change it. She shot him a warning look, silently telling him not to stir the pot. However, Yevgen misinterpreted this as a sign

"Noelle!" Yevgen exclaimed.

"What does this have to do with you? Who I choose

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