The Cherished Wife

"I'm done with you!" Noelle's face turned crimson, and she decided to walk ahead, ignoring Charles entirely.

Charles chuckled, smirking as he took long strides to catch up with Noelle. "Alright, I'll stop teasing you. Let's focus on finding Mr. Click."

When they arrived, George was off to the side, anxiously urging his assistant to handle matters.

Due to the language barrier, communication was proving difficult. Judging by George's demeanor, the missing luggage was clearly important. "George!" Charles approached and extended his hand. "Remember me?"

"Charles? Oh, were you the one sent to pick me up?" George's face lit up when he saw Charles, but his gaze quickly shifted to Noelle. "And who is this?" "My wife," Charles responded in fluent Farisian, and George's eyes sparkled when he looked at Noelle. He then said, "Charles, your wife is beautiful."

"Thank you." Noelle had not formally studied Farisian in college, but since Teresa had shown interest, Noelle sometimes audited the classes.

everything, but she managed

Mr. Click!" Noelle greeted him in Farisian, and George nodded before

you can continue in Farisian." Noelle smiled and asked, "Mr. Click, what are

it contains some important drawings. It's very crucial to me, so..."

quickly nodded and told Charles, "You chat with Mr. Click. I'll go check over there." She paused, then added, "This might take a while. Why don't you two find a

agreed and handed Noelle her phone

Skybucks across the way. Call

a child," Noelle nudged Charles playfully. "Don't keep

with them. She learned that due to the large number of bags, one or two might

to locate George's luggage, and Noelle

and