The Cherished Wife

Noelle stood up, pointing at her own slippers. She then raised one foot close to Charles', wiggling it in the air. "Look, these are mine. We have a matching pair! Don't you think they're lovely? Aren't they pretty?"

As she swayed her foot, Noelle grabbed Charles' arm. However, her movement was a bit too enthusiastic, causing her to nearly lose balance. Luckily, she held onto his sleeve. She giggled sheepishly as she repeated the question, "Don't you like them?" Just then, Noelle's hopeful gaze met Charles' eyes. He narrowed his long eyes slightly, then gently tapped Noelle's nose. "I do like them."

"If you like them, put them on quickly!" Noelle urged.

Faced with Noelle's eager anticipation, Charles could only put on the slippers with a resigned smile. "Did you go to the mall alone?"

"Nope!" Pleased with Charles's cooperation, Noelle wrapped her arms around his neck. She stood on tiptoes to kiss the corner of his mouth, then hung onto his neck with a grin. "I invited Peter and Sean over for dinner today!"

"Oh?" Charles' eyes narrowed. There was a glint of sharpness in them. "Why'd you invite them? From now on, don't let them in when I'm not here. Even if they're my friends."

possessive!" Noelle pretended to be troubled, biting her finger

tricked him, he put on a serious look on

Noelle's waist, tickling

begging for mercy, "I'm

While pleading, the mischievous

ticklish at all, remaining unfazed no matter how much she

chest. "No more! It's not fun at all.

Charles, Noelle's feeble pushes were like child's play, but they stirred something in him. His gaze darkened as he wrapped his long arms around her, pulling her

up, unexpectedly meeting Charles' intense gaze. Her heart raced as