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?"

walk will sort me out." Noelle brushed Charles's hand away, dug out some digestive tablets from her purse, and popped one in her mouth, grinning. "See? I

it. "They're

out of the

ready to pop the tablet into his

chill at his intense gaze and backed off, swallowing nervously. "Okay, okay, if you're not gonna

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

to get up, but Charles was not letting go. He held her wrists firmly. "Noelle!" he said, his voice low and husky, a melody that struck right at her