The Cherished Wife

Although Brian knew Noelle's position, Noelle did not want to show any favoritism in front of anyone.

"Chill, it's strictly business!" Charles retorted with a huff. "You think your hubby can't keep work and play separate?"

Noelle narrowed her eyes, gave a small nod, and whispered under her breath, "However, isn't that exactly what you do?"

Phone in hand, Charles paused mid-dial and shot Noelle a quick, sidelong glance. She quickly looked away, feigning innocence.

With a resigned shake of his head, Charles dialed Brian. "Mr. Parker, Noelle's free this afternoon, right? I need to borrow her for a bit!"

Brian hesitated, his lips tightening. "Yes!" He said it, but inwardly he was kicking himself and throwing a little shade Charles's way for good measure.

professional? The project department was swamped, and there Charles was, whisking Noelle away. After all,

was business? So where to? We're not going to

a major corporation now. Do you really have to pick up every visitor from the

there." Charles teased, a grin he could not quite hide spreading across his

but Charles was playing coy, and she could not pry it out of him. Figuring the airport was not far off, she would

last few months, hardly finding time to catch up with Rowena and

sent out of town with a colleague for a big interview by their editor, and she had been complaining about being too busy

when she saw the exaggerated crying emoji Rowena dropped in their

Noelle was so engrossed that she completely forgot Charles