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!"

only shrug with a wry smile. "Yeah, I'm totally jealous. Even the singles wish they were

into Sean's car because Steven's destination was

because Sean had bigged him up so much earlier, especially when Sean stopped mid-sentence and suggested that Noelle ask Charles for the

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

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 in a fight. I'm just a

an eyebrow. "Sounds like you don't quite believe

ever doubt you, right?" She plastered a smile on

Noelle's conflicted look and burst into laughter, reaching out to tousle her hair

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