The Cherished Wife

Charles's gaze deepened, his voice low and husky. "Yeah, it's time to eat." His eyes, however, stayed fixed on Noelle, sending her pulse racing out of control.

The hand Charles held felt warm, almost too warm, as if a feverish heat passed between them, leaving a sheen of sweat.

Despite the years they had been married, Noelle's heart still skipped a beat every time she saw that look in Charles's eyes. It was as if her heart was about to jump right out of her chest.

Noelle swallowed hard, only to catch Charles lowering his gaze, his lips inching closer. She instinctively closed her eyes, her lashes fluttering like the wings of a butterfly.

Charles narrowed his eyes affectionately and gently lifted Noelle's chin, leaning in for a kiss. However, just as their lips were about to meet, the shrill ring of a cellphone cut through the moment. They both froze, but Noelle was the first to snap out of it, pushing him away with cheeks as red as a cooked lobster.

take the call. I'll head down to lay

she hurried downstairs. Charles's brow creased in annoyance as he pulled out his phone. The name on the

"Charles, it's Mom."

so late?" Charles's voice was icy, putting a distance between them, leaving Clarisse momentarily speechless

about, his expression softened. He found himself walking down to her, reaching out to take her hand. Noelle gave him a puzzled look, but Charles

the shift in Charles's mood. He had been cheerful just moments ago, but that call had cast a shadow over his spirits. Not knowing who was on the line but guessing they were no pushover, Noelle stayed quiet, her head bowed as she fiddled with Charles's fingers. Then, in the palm of his hand, she traced

hair before he spoke into the phone. "Mom, if