The Cherished Wife

The car had barely come to a stop when Clarisse turned to the visibly agitated Janet. "Janet, what's up?"

"Turn around, now! Follow that car!" Janet shouted at the driver, pointing ahead. "Do you see it? That's Charles's car!"

"Charles?" Clarisse squinted at the traffic, but all she saw were cars zipping by, none with a recognizable plate. "Are you sure you didn't get it mixed up?"

"I'm positive, Aunt Clary. I'd know Charles's car anywhere, and I've got the license plate memorized. We've got to catch up!" Janet's heart was pounding for reasons she could not explain. "What's Charles up to, heading out at this hour? And I'm pretty sure there was someone with him in the front seat!"

"You're probably mistaken. If he's got company, it's likely just his secretary," Clarisse reasoned, though she had to admit she did not know her son as well as she might. Charles leaving the office at this time had to be business-related. "Janet, look at the time. You've got work, remember?"

been like this. He used to be so sweet to me, but now... there has to be

in conversation about a deal involving some West City property, trying to decide their next move. Out of the blue, Charles floored the gas

lurched forward, barely catching herself in time. Once she regained her balance, she turned to Charles with wide eyes. "Charles, what's going on?" Charles's lips were a tight line as he stole a glance in the rearview mirror. Noelle twisted around to see what had caught his attention and her brow furrowed when she spotted

for a high-speed chase. As he floored it, the car

rush of words, she said, "Step on it, we need

we're in a

not exactly on par with the young master's driving." The driver, assigned by the Hoffman family to Clarisse, was well aware of Charles's driving prowess. Charles's car was a beast with all the bells