The Cherished Wife

The moment Winter saw Noelle standing unharmed before her, she already felt on the verge of breaking down.

Now, seeing Simon's attitude while recalling Suzy's earlier state, Winter's resolve crumbled even further. She clenched her teeth, her fists tightening. "Mr. York, what are you doing here? I thought I saw you leave to rest after getting drunk." "Yes, I did feel a bit tipsy. Your good friend was kind enough to help me over," Simon replied, his sly fox-like eyes glinting with amusement.

He gave Winter a once-over. "Ms. Shaw, are you sure you don't need a doctor? You shouldn't be looking so pale at your own birthday party!"

Winter wavered, nearly losing her balance.

There were rumors about Simon in the circles-that he was a cold and unprincipled man, the most ruthless of them all. It was also said that those who crossed him never met a good end.

smirked as he watched Winter flee

me three times, Mr. York? When did that happen? Even if we were to count today, that makes it just one time." Simon clicked his tongue at Noelle's response. "It

together, frowning slightly. "I appreciate your help today truly. But I think you acted as

was relieved that she had not been the one harmed, Simon's approach had been ruthless, especially

about to respond when

the screen, and a gentle smile

deep, warm voice came through the line, instantly dispelling the gloom that had settled in Noelle's heart. "Yes, it's all over."