The Cherished Wife

Nancy smiled and shook her head. "Charlie is like my own child. I know his thoughts well. Since you both went through the trouble of inviting me, there's no harm in meeting whoever it is." With that, Nancy took out her phone and called Henry. "Henry, I've been craving fruit cake. Could you get some for me?"

"Right now?" Henry furrowed his brows together. "Alright, I'll go in a bit."

After ending the call, Henry turned his gaze to Charles. "Since you've chosen to get married, live honestly and properly from now on. I think this girl is good-treat her well."

"I will," Charles replied with a smile. "I married her, so I'll take responsibility for her for life."

Henry chuckled. "You remind me of myself when I was young." Then he added, "But the girl's appearance..."

who she is, and she's not anyone

Noelle take care of your Aunt Nancy. I'll go out and

could only smile, his eyes filled with fondness. "Being able to love one thing consistently isn't a bad thing." After Henry left, Nancy looked seriously at

anyone-it's Steven. Do you remember him?" Charles brought down a cashmere blanket and draped it over Nancy's knees, gently patting her shoulder in reassurance. "The adopted son of the

sinking into a long silence before she spoke again. "Didn't Stevie go abroad? Ever since I got married and moved to Brookville, I haven't seen much of him." Steven's image was faint in Nancy's mind, and hearing his

Nancy," Charles nodded. "Steven

first timed saw Stevie—he was just a little boy, and now... He must be around your age, right?" Nancy

years older than me." Charles held Nancy's hand. "He'll be here soon. I wanted to keep this from Uncle Henry because, as you know, Uncle Henry