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 you

two bowls of soup; if she did not feel full after that,

to clear the dishes and gestured toward the backyard. "We just finished

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

arm. "Charlie, you're so good to

and flicked her on the

headed to the backyard garden for a stroll. Truth be told, she really

had advised her to cut back on such things. So, she earnestly

washed the dishes, and as he stood by the window, he

winter and everything seemed barren, a ray of sunshine broke through. It was shining on Noelle's face and body,

at the window and waved. "Charlie,

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

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

you free?" Steven's deep voice came