The Cherished Wife

"Thank you, Charlie!"

"One meal was all it took to win you over?" Charles raised an eyebrow.

He sipped his soup leisurely, his innate aristocratic air making even a simple, everyday meal appear elegant and refined.

By contrast, Noelle seemed a bit more disheveled. She was genuinely starving-she had not eaten much before they went out the previous night, and she had a drink. After such an energy-draining night, Noelle was famished.

If she had not been too tired to get up in the morning, there was no way she would have waited this long to eat breakfast.

"By the way, Charlie, are you heading out today?"

"Probably not." Charles set down his soup platter. "Do you want to go out?"

Noelle shook her head. "No, I don't. I'm too tired!" She didn't feel like taking a single step or moving at all.

"Are

three slices of toast and two bowls of soup; if she did not feel full after that, she was definitely on her way

and gestured toward the backyard. "We just finished

clean up!" Noelle offered while reaching out, but Charles stopped her. "Don't want you to hurt your hands. Go take a walk; I'll join you in a

snuggled against Charles' arm. "Charlie, you're so

and flicked her on the

she really had eaten a bit too much, and her stomach felt a little

taking some digestive medicine but remembered how Charles had advised her to cut back on such things. So, she earnestly took a walk

and as he stood

broke through. It was shining on

waved. "Charlie, it's sunny

about to head out when his phone rang. "Hold on, I need to take

the screen and saw Steven's name, frowning slightly. "Hello, Mr.

voice came from