The Cherished Wife

Charles grinned. "Oh? Are you worried about Becky?"

Noelle made a face. "Becky works for you. If you're not concerned about her, why should I be?" She was not the one with time to kill. Noelle had not met Janet, but she could not shake the memory of the chaos from three months back. Janet seemed like a disaster waiting to happen. "Don't worry about it. Becky's used to this kind of thing, she's got it covered." Noticing Noelle's discomfort, Charles gently touched her stomach. "Feeling okay?"

Noelle nodded. "I overdid it with the food!"

Charles chuckled and playfully tapped Noelle's nose. "You!" He set aside his glass and gently massaged her belly. "Does it hurt here?"

me out." Noelle brushed Charles's hand away, dug out some digestive tablets from her purse, and popped one in her mouth,

it. "They're

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her feet, scrambled over to him, one hand snatching his chin, the other ready to pop the tablet into his mouth. Charles caught her hand, his dark eyes squinting, a

intense gaze and backed off, swallowing nervously. "Okay, okay, if you're not gonna eat them, I will!" she muttered, quickly shoving the digestive tablets into her

flailing onto him as they both crashed onto the couch, with Charles on the bottom. With her hands planted on his chest, Noelle could not

not letting go. He held her wrists firmly. "Noelle!" he said, his voice low and husky, a melody that