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

of him before and saw him as just another suitor like

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 that had

breath of fresh air. Those who did not know him well could

just kept his gaze on Noelle. His eyes were full

him a warning look, silently telling him not to stir the pot. However, Yevgen misinterpreted this

"Noelle!" Yevgen exclaimed.

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

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