The Cherished Wife

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."

be thanking Janet. Who knew you cared about me so

mean you haven't noticed everything I've done for

she had not been in his life. However, now that she was, he could not just stand by and let things spiral out of control. "Just give me a little time. I'll sort it out and make it right for

who's pressed," Noelle said, giving Charles a look that mixed sympathy with concern. Janet was a piece of work. Noelle

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

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

played favorites and that Winter had it out

I know this mess has to be cleaned up at

with