The Cherished Wife

Noelle had been scared out of her wits for quite some time, but with Steven right there, she stayed composed until they got to his place. Once Eloise ushered her into the guest room to relax, Noelle crumpled to the floor, shaking a bit.

Eloise walked in to find Noelle on the ground and rushed to help her up. "Noelle, are you okay?" she asked, worried. "You look pretty pale. Are you sick, or did you get hurt? Should I call a doctor?"

"No, that's not necessary," Noelle said quickly, grabbing Eloise's hand. "I'm okay. I'm just really tired. Please don't tell Steven. I don't need a doctor!" After making sure they were safe, Noelle managed a weak smile. "El, could I borrow some clothes from you? I really need a shower!" Noelle was a mess, and she could not shake off the memory of how Steven had heartlessly let two people die without batting an eye.

"Sure. I'll grab something for you, but my clothes might not be your style!" Eloise said with a quick look at Noelle. "The bathroom's right over there. You can head in first, and I'll bring you something to wear in a second!"

Noelle gave a slight nod, waiting until Eloise's footsteps faded before she sighed heavily. She trudged to the bathroom, staring at her reflection in the mirror, then down at her trembling hands. "Don't be scared, Noelle. You've got this. It'll all be over soon," she whispered to herself, trying to muster up some courage. It took an eternity before she could finally open her eyes and give her cheeks a little slap to snap out of it.

Steven stepping in was not wrong. However, Noelle could not shake the feeling that they should have called the cops instead of taking

should fit just right, and the underwear is brand new. We're pretty much the same size, so they'll probably fit

with a mix of gratitude and

you need anything,

"Will do!"

out, she

towards him and stood his ground, letting her crash into him. He wrapped his arms around