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!"

appreciate the compliment!" Sean hit the gas, and

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

aren't you curious about

giving Winter a quizzical 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

and Bob's

in Simon's eyes frosted over in an instant, his lips quirking up. "Oh? Miss Noelle's quite

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

closing the gap between them until Winter hit the wall in her attempt to retreat. Her hands pressed against the cold surface, her heart pounding with

murmur by her ear. "You see, I don't really like girls who are too eager." His fingers danced through Winter's hair,