The Cherished Wife

Noelle was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter. She patted the steering wheel and turned to look at the man behind her. "I hadn't thought of that. If that's the case, then you'd have to call Brian your mentor too!" Charles frowned, closing the file in his hands. "You seem quite pleased with yourself."

Noelle bit her lip, trying hard to suppress her laughter. Her shoulders shook as she struggled to keep a straight face, but she shook her head vigorously. "No. Not at all!"

Charles narrowed his eyes, his dark orbs glinting mischievously in the dimly lit car. Noelle felt a flutter in her chest and swallowed nervously, but in her anxiety, she accidentally kicked the car door, wincing in pain. "What's wrong?" Charles heard her sharp intake of breath and frowned, leaning over to check on her. "Where did you hurt yourself?"

He quickly exited the car, opened the driver's side door, and saw Noelle cradling her foot.

He gently lifted it and noticed that her ankle was swollen and the back of her heel was blistered. His frown deepened.

her ankle with his

on Charles' face, she did not have the heart to

foot back. However, Charles' firm grip held her in

doesn't hurt?" He shot her a stern look. "Why did you wear such high heels when going out?" His

fiddled with the hem of her clothes without saying a word. Charles' gaze grew colder. "Don't

bringing Brian into it. "It was my first day at work. I didn't

tone full of apology. "I was wrong. I promise I'll be more careful next time and won't let

to look good. Wearing high heels is