The Cherished Wife

"I'll head downstairs to rest now," said Eloise.

"Okay." Steven did not even bother to look up. Only after Eloise left did he slide his hands into his pockets, his dark eyes shining brightly in the night.

He stood by the window, gazing out at the desolate view with his brows slightly furrowed. It had been so many years since he last returned, and it seemed that much had changed, including the people.

After drinking too much alcohol that evening, Charles, though appearing to behave himself, ended up being quite a challenge for Noelle.

Both of them disliked having outsiders in their homes, so even after getting married, they maintained their habit of not having any household staff around.

Noelle usually did not mind, but tonight, taking care of a drunk Charles by herself was proving exhausting.

managed to get Charles out of his clothes, but then came

options, Noelle decided to fetch a basin and water to wipe him down instead. It was not until the latter part of the night that she finally breathed a

was not sure how long she had slept when she began to feel warm, noticing something on her

murmur, her eyes slowly fluttering open to find Charles propped up on one hand, leaning over her. His lips roamed

Noelle was awake, Charles placed both hands on either side of

rich warmth of aged wine. Still groggy, Noelle stared at Charles's face hovering so

leaned down again, she abruptly opened her eyes wide, quickly pushing him away. "Stop

of him for so long last night he was immediately wanting to mess around now that he was wide awake.

Charles, who was fully alert, was far from feeling drowsy. Plus,

up from sleep. It revealed her smooth, pale thighs, and the sight of her slender, shapely legs had ignited a

a gentleman, and with his wife lying before him, he could