The Cherished Wife

As Noelle thought about it, she pondered for a moment. "What was Winter doing at your garden house?"

Teresa replied, "What else? She just met up with a few people from her old clique. It seems they're planning a birthday party and will be inviting old classmates. "Since she's busy with filming and can't handle everything herself, she's getting some friends to help organize it. Don't you think she's getting a bit carried away?" Noelle smirked. "Probably." Only Noelle knew that Winter had always been like this.

This time, Winter likely wanted to throw a big party for another reason. It was because she had married Xavier.

Noelle could almost picture Winter inviting her just to take the opportunity to humiliate her as she would not miss such a chance.

Noelle was engrossed in chatting with Rowena and Teresa. As she turned over in bed, she noticed Charles sitting at the foot of the bed, though she was not sure when he had gotten there. His legs were casually positioned, with one hand resting on his knee while the other leaned on the edge of the bed. He looked at Noelle with amused interest.

Noelle blinked. "Are you done?" She quickly put away her phone and crawled over to his side. "Do you want me to run a bath for you?"

Charles caught her hand, his gaze darkening slightly as he replied in a low, husky voice,

mouth to speak, Charles grasped her hand

to Noelle. Before meeting Charles, she never knew a man could be so irresistibly alluring, making

deep within her. She was utterly captivated by Charles'

as her hands pressed against Charles' chest.

Orange or strawberry?" Noelle's face instantly flushed with embarrassment. She gripped his shirt,

groaned as she got out of bed with her aching waist. Meanwhile, Charles seemed completely satisfied. He pulled back the covers

up and about, but today, he slept in later than she

smiled mischievously. "Are you not satisfied with your husband's performance

could punch him