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.

to be this unyielding. It seemed he knew everything. "Mr. York, you're right. I'm not feeling well. I'll take my leave first." Simon smirked as he watched Winter flee in panic. His eyes gleamed with amusement before

you're safe puts my mind at ease." "Really?" Noelle met Simon's gaze head-on. "You saved me

frowning slightly. "I appreciate your help today truly. But I think you acted as much to protect yourself as

had not been the one harmed, Simon's approach had been

an eyebrow. He was about

at the screen, and a gentle smile softened

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