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.

get Charles out of his clothes, but then came the dilemma of how to drag him to

she finally breathed a

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

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

placed both hands on either side of

aged wine. Still groggy, Noelle stared at Charles's face

eyes wide,

immediately wanting to mess around now that he was wide awake. Noelle was worn out and not

alert, was far from feeling drowsy. Plus, tonight Noelle looked

her smooth, pale thighs, and the sight of her slender, shapely legs had ignited a rush of heat within

gentleman, and with his wife lying before