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.

his clothes, but then came the dilemma

was not until the latter part of the night that she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately,

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

Noelle let out a soft murmur, her eyes slowly fluttering open to find Charles propped up on one hand, leaning over her. His lips roamed freely across

both hands on either side of the bed, lifting his head to look at

voice carried a low, husky tone, like the rich warmth of aged wine. Still groggy, Noelle stared at Charles's face hovering so close to hers, her mind taking a

again, she abruptly opened her eyes wide, quickly

taking care of him for so long last night he was immediately wanting to mess around now that he was wide awake. Noelle was worn out and not in the mood. "Stop it, lie down.

Charles, who was fully alert, was far from feeling

had seen her nightgown bunched up from sleep. It revealed her smooth, pale thighs, and the sight

and with his wife lying before him, he could not help but