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!"

smirked, shooting a look at Sean, who could only shrug with

into Sean's car because Steven's destination was right next to Sean's mansion. Noelle and

earlier, especially when Sean stopped mid-sentence and suggested that Noelle ask Charles for the rest of the

Charles finally said after Noelle had rambled on for

just that Mr. Smith was talking up Steven big time, saying that neither you nor Peter could take him in a fight. I'm just a little

eyebrow. "Sounds like you don't quite

didn't mean that at all!" Noelle shook her head frantically. "Charles, how could I ever doubt you, right?" She

caught Noelle's conflicted look and burst into laughter, reaching out to tousle her hair affectionately. "You're such a goof. Did I

Charles's hand away. "Not at all!" She was