The Cherished Wife

"Alright." Noelle nodded. "Hurry up and go."

Charles got out of the car and walked into a pharmacy. He bought some medicine, then returned to find that Noelle had dozed off again.

He shook his head with a mix of amusement and resignation.

When Noelle woke up again, she found herself lying in bed. The bedroom curtains were drawn, blocking out the outside light. She sat up and checked the time, realizing it was already close to 8:00 pm. She had slept for nearly two hours. Looking down, she noticed that her foot no longer hurt, and it had been cleaned and treated with medicine. A smile spread across her face, her heart filled with a warm, sweet feeling.

She smacked her forehead when she suddenly remembered something. She hurriedly got out of bed. She got dressed and tidied her hair.

She first checked the study but did not find Charles there, so she headed downstairs.

As soon as she reached the staircase, Noelle caught the aroma of stew brewing. Her eyes lit up with excitement.

waist and had changed into comfortable loungewear, giving him a soft,

Charles gently scolded her, "Take it easy. Your foot hasn't fully

making her way to his side. She hooked her arm around

face softened. He reached out

"Okay!"

her hands and

out a chair for her

asleep. Why didn't you wake me? And did you go to the supermarket again?" She glanced at the table that had stew and various side dishes. "We can't eat all this,

had Ronald prepare the ingredients. It might've made

too much' was an understatement; it was way too

her the cutlery. Just as they

"Who could