The Cherished Wife

George had heard of Saltgrass House for a long time. A few years ago, he had planned to visit, but he had to rush back due to time constraints. This time, George was clearly pleased to be able to make it here. "Charles, your wife is truly very considerate," George remarked.

Noelle and Teresa walked ahead. The owner of Saltgrass House, who recognized Charles, hurried over to greet them.

Seeing that Charles seemed engaged in conversation, Noelle stepped forward to greet the owner first, "Hello, we have a reservation for Celino Room."

"Oh, Ms. Shaw, correct?"

"Yes." Noelle gave a polite smile. "Please lead the way."

"Right this way, Ms. Shaw."

The group reached Celino Room, where Noelle went in first to arrange the seating. Charles and the others followed leisurely. Hearing George praise Noelle, Charles smiled warmly. "Thank you, Mr. Click. "By the way, earlier, Brian and I were discussing the West City project. Brian mentioned that the situation this time is a bit complicated?"

work matters tomorrow." Charles made a polite gesture, inviting George inside. Feeling slightly

but Brian did. He seemed to understand Charles' intentions, so

topics. Charles focused on looking after

to eat or needed anything, Charles was always the first

Faris, spoke native Farisian. Since Brian had once been George's student, their conversation

which George found particularly fascinating. The three of them appeared to

nudged Charles' side and signaled with her

Charles glanced

Teresa. Leaning closer to Charles, she whispered, "What do you think of those two?" Charles smirked and popped the peeled shrimp into Noelle's mouth, his lips

eyebrows. Though Charles did not say much, Noelle knew he understood what she was hinting at. She could not help but keep glancing at Brian

take Teresa home while Charles would take George back. Brian, being a gentleman,