The Cherished Wife

The moment Noelle's words hung in the air, the frosty tension melted away. She watched Charles's face for a reaction, and when she saw a small smile and his features soften, she relaxed. She held out her hand. "Your phone. Hand it over!"

"In my pocket, grab it yourself!" Charles, one hand steering, took a peek at Noelle's messenger and caught Rowena's message. "Been getting close with Charles lately? When do I get to be a godmother, huh?"

Charles gave her a sharp look, and Noelle felt the air tighten again. She paused, meeting his gaze with a blink. "Something wrong?"

Charles flashed a sly grin. "Nope, I don't use Messenger. Set an account up for me, will you? And add yourself too!"

Once he finished, Charles calmly shot back a reply in Noelle's chat, "And that's not all. Our Charles here is planning on starting a whole soccer team!"

Over at Rowena and Teresa's end, things went nuts, with messages pouring in like crazy. Most of them were pretty shocking. Even Charles, who was usually a step ahead in the game, could not help but have a twitch at the corner of his mouth after reading Rowena's fiery comments. Though her words were softer, Teresa was still a far cry from the person Charles had pegged her to be.

few essential apps. That's when she realized that, despite its fancy features, Charles barely used his phone for anything more

sensed something off in the car. It took her a good thirty seconds of blank staring before it hit her-she was holding Charles's

peeks at the phone. With shaky hands, she returned Charles's phone to him and said, "Here's your phone. messenger's all set, and I've updated your other apps too. Um... my

quirked up in a smile, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief yet brimming with laughter. The smile was soft, but

unsettling beneath it. She eyed Charles with suspicion. "Did you... peek at my

for messenger, right? Make one for

just used your number to sign

you add

I did. That's why I need my phone back, I gotta accept it to become friends." She quickly