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?"

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

did. He seemed to understand Charles' intentions, so he quickly changed the

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

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

native Farisian.

George found particularly fascinating. The three of them appeared to share common interests and got along

side and signaled with her eyes for Charles to

a shrimp, Charles glanced

and Teresa. Leaning closer to Charles, she whispered, "What do you think of those two?" Charles smirked and popped the peeled shrimp

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