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.

grandfather, Charles belonged there, but when Noelle brought Sean over to sit with them, Yevgen felt

Sean's polished appearance and wealth, Yevgen had never heard of him before and saw him as just another

raised an eyebrow, amused that he had become the target of someone's jealousy just by standing there. A faint, playful smile curved his lips. Sean was strikingly handsome-almost more beautiful than a woman. He had a pair of captivating eyes

made him seem like a breath of fresh air. Those who did not know him well could easily be deceived by his outward

Noelle. His eyes were full of mischief. He

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

"Noelle!" Yevgen exclaimed.

does this have to do with you? Who I choose to associate with is my

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