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?"

can discuss work matters tomorrow." Charles made a polite gesture, inviting George

Charles well, but Brian did. He seemed to understand Charles' intentions, so he quickly changed

of work-related topics. Charles focused on looking after Noelle throughout

Charles was always the first to get it for her. It left

their table was harmonious. George, being from Faris, spoke native Farisian. Since Brian had once been George's student, their conversation in Farisian flowed

of Westel's ancient history, which George found particularly fascinating. The three of them appeared to share common interests and

nudged Charles' side and signaled with her eyes for

shrimp, Charles glanced up

to Charles, she whispered, "What do you think of those two?" Charles smirked and popped

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

George back. Brian, being a gentleman, did not