The Cherished Wife

Charles just pressed his lips together, a hint of a smile playing on them. "You're worrying about nothing. It's not just the guys, others will be there too."

"Really? So, they'll all know about us?" Noelle gestured to herself, a bit concerned.

"Don't sweat it, they're all good people," Charles reassured her, giving her shoulder a comforting pat. "No need to fret over me."

Sean made a couple of tsk-tsk sounds, rolling his eyes. "If I'd known you guys were coming, I wouldn't have bothered showing up. Can you believe I bolted over here the second I stepped out of surgery?"

"You seem like you really don't want to see me, huh?"

into an embarrassed grin that seemed out of place on his usually innocent face. Catching the gleeful looks on Charles and Noelle's faces, Sean turned around with a mock cry of despair and waved. "Hey, Mr.

tall and straight. He casually held a coat over

Sean a condescending look and, seeing Sean's goofy antics, his dark eyes intensified with a sardonic lift of his lips.

was captivating, the kind that stuck in your memory,

raise of his brows and a charming

Noelle's waist, a silent claim of territory as he faced Steven. "Meet my wife, Noelle," he introduced,

was indeed spellbound. She had always thought Charles was the pinnacle of handsomeness, but Steven was just