The Cherished Wife

Charles had an incredible ability to take control in moments like this, gradually guiding Noelle's emotions as he deepened their kiss.

They were so absorbed in the kiss that it was only after a long while that Charles finally released her lips. He rested his forehead against hers. His breathing was heavy, and he gently caressed her cheek with his thumb. "You're mine. Why would I need to be jealous?"

"Mm, you don't need to be," Noelle murmured, her mind fuzzy from the intensity of the kiss. She was so lost in the moment that jealousy seemed like the least of her concerns.

Her heart, however, was filled with joy. No matter what Charles said, she was happy because it showed how much he cared for her. "You don't need to be jealous, and you shouldn't be. Because aside from you, I can't possibly like anyone else, and I won't give you a reason to be jealous."

"Hmm, that's more like it," Charles responded with a satisfied hum, pinching her nose playfully. "But don't think I'll let you off that easily. What's the deal with that man?"

was still preoccupied with the events of Winter and Xavier's wedding or the situation with Sean, but it turned out he was concerned about Yevgen

chastise Sean. That

waist, Noelle realized Charles was not gripping her hard, but it was enough to cause a little discomfort. She gasped softly. "Be gentle. Why are you gripping me so hard?"

However, he was not about to let her go

up at him. He claimed not to be jealous, but his jealousy was practically

entire scenario in his head. "Why would I think

around his neck. She leaned in to whisper teasingly, "Oh, I see now You're feeling insecure, aren't you, Mr. Hoffman? You need to realize that

up on someone as incredible as you and go after someone else, wouldn't that make me

by her words. The warmth of her breath against his neck made him shiver, so he leaned down and playfully bit