The Cherished Wife

Noelle's eyes went wide again. "You're making stuff up, that was... that was just me admiring him!" Noelle had not seen anyone more good-looking than Steven. "However, Mr. Smith, you've got me all wrong. If you keep this up, I might just tell Charles or Steven, I think..." "Alright, alright, I was just kidding!" Sean quickly threw up his hands in surrender. "Can't a guy joke around?" Sean shook his head with a wry smile. "They say it's tough to deal with divas and drama kings."

"What was that?" Noelle acted like she did not catch his drift. "Mr. Smith?"

"Nothing, I was just saying you look really pretty!"

"What's taking you two so long?" Charles spun around to find Noelle and Sean whispering about something, lagging behind.

"Nothing much!" Noelle giggled, catching up quickly. "Mr. Smith just said he's super jealous of us!"

so?" Charles smirked, shooting a look at Sean, who could only shrug with a wry smile. "Yeah, I'm totally jealous. Even

Steven, Steven naturally hopped into Sean's car because Steven's destination was right

up so much earlier, especially when Sean

into Mr. Fischer, huh?" Charles finally said after Noelle had rambled

her head quickly. "It's just that Mr. Smith was talking up Steven big time, saying that neither you nor Peter could take him in a fight. I'm

eyebrow. "Sounds like you don't quite believe

how could I ever doubt you, right?" She plastered a smile on her face, but inside, her heart was howling in

into laughter, reaching out to tousle her hair affectionately.

shook her head and swatted Charles's hand away. "Not at all!" She