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!"

Sean, who could only shrug with a wry smile. "Yeah, I'm totally jealous. Even the singles

they picked up Steven, Steven naturally hopped into Sean's car because Steven's destination was right next to Sean's mansion. Noelle

up so much earlier, especially when Sean stopped mid-sentence

really into Mr. Fischer, huh?" Charles finally said after

eyebrows shot up. "No way!" She shook her head quickly. "It's just that Mr. Smith was talking up Steven big time, saying that neither you nor Peter could take him

raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like you

her head frantically. "Charles, how could I ever doubt you, right?"

into laughter, reaching out to tousle her hair affectionately. "You're such a goof. Did I scare

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