Charles gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. Janet's words had hit him like a punch, and he was seething.

Noelle gently took his clenched hand, her touch soothing. It was like magic. The storm inside him quieted. He was like a raging lion, teetering on the brink of an outburst, but she managed to reel him back in. Charles glanced at Noelle, her worried eyes locked on him. He sighed. "You're not mad?"

"Why would I be mad?" Noelle's voice was calm, and she gave a small laugh. "You shouldn't be mad either."

"I was afraid you'd be bothered by her!" He was genuinely concerned that Janet's claims would unsettle Noelle.

Noelle quirked an eyebrow. "What do you take me for? Why would I be bothered? You're mine now. She's the one who should be worried."

a playful grin, Noelle added, "Actually, I should be thanking Janet. Who

mean you

had not worried about that stuff before because she had not been in his life. However,

with concern. Janet was a piece of work. Noelle had not

was off the charts. No matte how obvious Charles was about not being interested, Janet just

Clarisse, Charles's mom. No matter how tough Charles talked, he could not just

knew Julian Shaw and Jade played favorites and that Winter had it out

got to do. I know this mess

Charles nodded with

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