The Cherished Wife

Charles often teased her about her lack of stamina, but Noelle knew it was not her stamina that was lacking-it was his that was extraordinarily strong.

Not one to take advantage and then complain, Charles immediately apologized when he saw she was upset.

"It's my fault. I wasn't considerate enough of your situation. I promise I'll be much gentler tonight!"

"Tonight?!" Noelle exclaimed in disbelief.

"You're not allowed to sleep in the master bedroom tonight, and definitely not in the same bed as me!"

Still fuming, Noelle pushed Charles aside and marched into the bathroom, her emotions churning as she wondered how she ended up with someone like him. She realized now that she had not fully grasped how relentless he could be.

Charles watched her with a gleam in his eye, then shook his head in mock defeat. "Hurry up and get ready. I'll go downstairs and make breakfast for you."

Noelle had been furious just moments ago, but the gentle, indulgent tone in Charles' voice quickly softened her.

some toothpaste and began

time Noelle finally made her way downstairs, Charles had already prepared breakfast and

hair and tugged at the hem of her clothes. "It's my first day at work, and I don't want to make a bad impression, so I..."

did not

wore a light sweater with

his eyes full of admiration, though he did

Noelle took a few steps closer. "What do you think of this

come over. "Now, hurry up and eat your breakfast before it gets cold. Eating

took the red Ferrari he had given her some time ago. Although the car did not quite match her personality, she had been driving it for a while now and was

arrived at the office first, where Ronald was already waiting. As soon as he saw Charles, he quickly caught up to him. "Mr. Hoffman, Brian mentioned yesterday that he sent an email to your

work today," Charles confirmed, pausing to glance at Ronald. "Tell Brian there's no need to treat her differently. Let her be treated like any other employee." After a moment's thought, Charles added, "Notify all department heads that we're having a meeting at

office. He then turned to Becky. "You heard what Mr. Hoffman