The Cherished Wife

"Alright then!" Nancy set down her teacup. "It smells delicious. I didn't expect you to cook so well, Noelle!"

"Not at all. It's mostly Charlie cooking. I just help out here and there. Uncle Henry, Aunt Nancy, come this way to wash your hands."

With six people around the table, the atmosphere felt especially lively. Although Noelle credited Charles for the meal, Henry and Nancy knew better; Noelle was just being modest.

They truly felt Noelle was a good match for Charles, and any worries they had were now fully put to rest.

Charles went for a walk outside. Henry helped Nancy upstairs to the guest

she came out with a towel in her hand, and Henry got up to help dry her hair. "This Noelle is really something; it seems like Charlie

The old matters are just things you keep dwelling on; Charlie moved on a long time ago." Nancy was very pleased with Noelle. Regardless of who she resembled, Noelle had certainly won Nancy over. Henry nodded with a smile. "I was overthinking it. Since that's the case, let's keep this quiet from the Hoffmans for now. Everyone knows how the old man is, and Charlie should be the one to handle this himself. Besides, when dealing with those two..." Henry always felt a headache just thinking about the issues between

of that happened so many years ago. You don't need to keep holding onto it. It never really had much to

Charlie's for now. I know you'd rather not run into Clarisse at the

he'd visit often while he's in Brookville." Nancy glanced at Henry's face, relieved to find no hint of