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?"

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

help but inwardly chastise Sean. That man had clearly gone and tattled on

softly. "Be gentle. Why are you gripping me so hard?" "What were you thinking about?" His deep voice resonated near her ear as his warm tongue teasingly flicked against

shivered involuntarily, trying to push Charles away. However, he was not about to let her go that

He claimed not to be

a moment, and he had already concocted an entire scenario in his head. "Why would I think about anyone else? You're

"Oh, I see

to give up on someone as incredible as you

pleased by her words. The warmth of her breath against his neck made him shiver, so he leaned down and playfully bit her neck, burying his face in the crook of her