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?"

Charles made a

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

the dinner table, they steered clear of work-related topics. Charles focused on looking

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

George, being from Faris, spoke native Farisian. Since

of Westel's ancient history, which George found particularly fascinating. The three

she discreetly nudged Charles' side and signaled with

Charles glanced up at

"What do you think of those two?" Charles smirked and popped the peeled shrimp into Noelle's mouth, his

Though 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,

while Charles would take George back.