The Cherished Wife

At the doorway, both Sean and Arnold looked over at Noelle, their eyes brimming with gratitude. Noelle paused, caught off guard by the sight of the pair. She could handle Arnold's puppy antics, but Sean's face was too much. She could not help but laugh. "Charles?" Charles just glanced at her coolly. "It's either me or Arnold. Make your choice."

Damn!

Sean's mind was racing with frustration. He could not believe Charles had stooped so low as to compare himself to a dog. Winning that kind of contest was no victory at all.

Sean did not wait for Noelle's answer. He stormed off with Arnold. Arnold might have been able to deal with their PDA, but Sean could not!

Noelle watched Sean leave, dumbfounded. She turned to Charles with a scowl. "Really? Sean's your brother, and Arnold's your pet dog."

had a way with words that could

melt away with his sweet talk, and she shook her head with a wry smile. "How did I ever fall for you?" She glanced at the bruise on Charles's face and gently touched it. "Does it hurt?" Charles shook his head, taking Noelle's hand in his. "Not

too old for roughhousing!" Noelle was

to find Noelle playing with Arnold. It was the weekend, and without Charles, she was pretty

he came back sporting a bruise, Noelle was beside herself with worry. She demanded to know what had happened, only to find out the two had been

ointment for that!" Noelle said, heading for the first aid kit, but Charles caught

Charles to sit before dashing upstairs. Upon her return, she overheard Charles sorting something out on