The Cherished Wife

Noelle's eyebrows lifted in surprise when she spotted Sean. She approached him with a curious tilt of her head. "What are you doing in Charles' car?" Sean's eyes crinkled with amusement. "Didn't expect me, huh?" He glanced over her shoulder, prompting her to turn and frown. "Why did he come too?" Sean shrugged off her concern. "Don't worry about it. Hop in!"

He swung open the passenger door. Noelle climbed in, only to find Charles sitting in the back. "Charles!" she exclaimed, her surprise evident.

He just nodded. "Buckle up."

She clicked her seatbelt into place and turned to Sean, who was now in the driver's seat. "What are both of you doing here?" She paused, a lightbulb going off in her head. "Oh, are you still going by Bob today?" Sean spread his hands wide, a mock sigh escaping him. "Yep, I'm stuck with someone else's name for now. What a world!"

Noelle could not help but laugh. "You've got quite the sense of humor!"

compliment!" Sean hit the gas, and they vanished

doorway, a playful glint in his dark eyes as he watched the car fading into

York, aren't you curious about

eyebrow lift. Winter offered a small, composed smile in return. "That's Bob from the Smith family. Does that ring any bells, Master York? My sister loves getting close to rich kids. Her

Bob's her favorite

instant, his lips quirking up. "Oh? Miss Noelle's

Simon's look was chilling. "Master York, what you said

between them until Winter hit the wall in her attempt to retreat. Her hands pressed against the cold surface, her heart pounding with a fear she could not shake. "Master York,

too eager." His fingers danced through Winter's hair, twirling her locks as his eyes met her wide, scared ones. "Your friend was