The Cherished Wife

In a flash, Arnold was smugly wagging his tail at Charles, totally oblivious to the fact that Charles was the one in charge.

Noelle gave Arnold a pat on the back, keeping him close, and then grabbed a toy to play with him.

Charles could not help but chuckle, though he still shot Arnold a cautionary glance, reminding the big pooch to be gentle with Noelle.

"Charles, do you worry about what people might think if they knew you were at home painting my toenails?" Noelle mused over the thought, finding the image both absurd and amusing.

The head of Collosus Group fussing over painting a lady's toenails! It would be quite the story to tell.

Charles hesitated for just a second before looking up at Noelle with a raised eyebrow. "Is it really that weird for me to be doing your toenails?" He did not see the big deal and went back to focusing on the task at hand. "I know everyone wants to look good, but you know this stuff isn't great for you. Try not to use it too much, okay?"

laughed, her eyes twinkling. "I hardly ever do this. These polishes were a gift from Robert. I figured I might as well not let them go to

pace, working on her other foot. Noelle propped her freshly painted foot up on the coffee table, admiring his handiwork. "You know, Charles, you're a quick learner. You're nailing it on your first try!" She pointed out. Except for the big toe, which had a bit of a smudge, the rest of the paint job was

first time I tried, I made a total mess. It was so bad

do your nails next

snickered. "You know, Charles,

smirk forming on his lips. "So, I'm only handsome when I'm serious?" He caught Noelle's adoring gaze,

even though he did not have the deepest voice Noelle shivered a little, her cheeks flushing as she turned away. "Just say thanks when someone gives you a

to gently tilt her chin up. His eyes were a

Noelle swatted his hand away. "Quit distracting me. I'm trying to watch TV here!" Inside, she felt a warm, fuzzy feeling. She was flustered as she quickly grabbed the remote to flip through the channels. Arnold, who had been quietly observing their