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.

clothes, but then came the dilemma of how to drag him to the

of the night that she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Charles was calm when drunk. He did not get loud or cause a mess. Otherwise, Noelle felt she might have lost her

hazy sleep in the middle of the night. She was not sure how long she had slept when she began

murmur, her eyes slowly fluttering open to find Charles propped up on one hand, leaning over her. His lips roamed freely across her face, and his expression showed no hint

side of the bed, lifting his head to

aged wine. Still groggy, Noelle stared at Charles's face hovering so close to

leaned down again, she abruptly opened her eyes wide, quickly

mess around now that he was wide awake. Noelle was

fully alert, was far from

It revealed her smooth, pale thighs, and the sight

claimed to be a gentleman, and with his wife lying before him, he could not help but feel