The Cherished Wife

Charles waved his hand dismissively. "No need. I'll go upstairs later. Just have someone prepare some tea. Do we still have this year's new tea?"

"Yes, we do," the butler, James, replied with a delighted expression. "I'll prepare it right away and bring it up to you shortly, Mr. Charles!"

Charles nodded and turned to find a seat far from Clarisse. "Why did you come back this time, Mother?"

Clarisse's expression changed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. "What do you mean by that? This is still my home. Do I need to report to you when I come back?"

Charles' thin lips curved into a slight smile, his eyes carrying a hint of coldness. His relaxed posture contrasted starkly with Clarisse's proper and reserved demeanor.

and she felt powerless about her son's attitude toward her. She could not pinpoint when this change had occurred, but by the time she

long do you plan

Even Janet, who was sitting beside her, could

fingers on the armrest of the couch as his sharp eyes

me like this? You should know why I left back then.

gaze as he pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly. A flash of impatience crossed his eyes. "I don't want to dwell on your affairs, Mother. It's been so long, and

felt helpless. "You're my son. Do I need a reason to come

together. "Have you seen me enough now, Mother? I'm doing fine." He stood up. "I need to go upstairs to speak with Dad. I won't disturb

"Charles, Aunt Clary misses you. You rarely visit Capiton, so