The Cherished Wife

Janet hovered by the car door, peering into the car like a detective on the trail.

Noelle had just settled into the seat and was straightening up, her fingers reaching for her phone to call Charles when a sudden shadow made her jump. She twisted around and came face-to-face with Janet's face, magnified and almost plastered against the window. Noelle's breath hitched, her heart pounding as she clutched her phone tighter. Janet's intense and unblinking eyes bore into hers through the glass.

Noelle was petrified, forgetting that the window was tinted. Though she could see outside, Janet could not see inside.

Her heart was racing so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of her mouth. She gulped, convinced that Janet had spotted her. However, after an agonizing wait, Janet did not make a move. She just straightened up, leaned casually against the car, and started fiddling with her phone out of sheer boredom.

It was only then that Noelle let out a sigh of relief, remembering that Janet could not actually see inside. That meant Janet probably had no clue she was there.

that thought, Noelle quickly messaged Charles on Messenger, telling him Janet was lurking in the garage and that she was clueless about what

eyes narrowed with concern, and he shot back a

Charles stepped out of the elevator, his black coat slung over one arm and his car keys in the other hand. His gaze swept the area like a hawk, and there was Janet, standing by

buzzed with her message, complete with a sad-face emoji. "I'm in the

out a wry smile at the

"Charles!"

to him. She reached out, aiming to snag his arm in a

froze for a second. "Charles, we're meant to be together, aren't we? I know you're not a fan of people invading your

he was not going to marry her, she