The Cherished Wife

"Silly girl," Charles said with a gentle tease, flicking Noelle's nose affectionately. "Look at me. I'm totally fine. There's not a scratch on me." He gently stroked her cheek, trying to ease her worries. "Don't worry. I knew I'd be okay. That's why I had to draw them away by myself." "But..."

Noelle still felt uneasy. She still hated the thought of losing him. She would rather face any danger by his side, even if it meant their end could come at any moment. "I can't bear the thought of facing danger without you again."

Charles let out a heavy sigh and pulled Noelle into a tight hug. They flopped down onto the bed, gazing into each other's eyes. "I messed up this time. I promise I won't leave you behind again, okay?"

"Okay!" Noelle spun around and clung to Charles, pressing her face into the warmth of his chest.

With one arm wrapped around her, Charles used his other hand to gently soothe Noelle's back. "You got a bit scared today, huh?"

memory of the blood-soaked scene flashed in Noelle's mind. She had not actually seen any blood, but

reassuring pat. "It's all good now. Mr. Fischer was just trying to save you. Those guys aren't from around here. They snuck into the

"That's what Steven said when he came to my rescue. So, they're really assassins? But why are they

got this under control," Charles assured

they don't get it this time, who knows

talk it over with

probably won't try again anytime soon. Feeling sleepy?". Charles glanced

a weary nod. "I am." Her concern for Charles had kept her on edge, fear gripping her heart. However, her tension melted away when she saw him safe and sound. Now, the full weight of her fatigue hit her.

not take long for Noelle's anxiety