The Cherished Wife

Janet's face lost all color as she caught sight of Clarisse stepping out.

Clarisse's expression darkened at Charles's words. She rushed to Janet, who was slumped on the ground, and helped her to her feet. "Janet, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" Charles, meanwhile, turned on his heel, opened the car door with a flourish, and slid inside.

Janet was not about to let it go. She shoved Clarisse aside and dashed for the car, reaching for the passenger door.

Noelle had been waiting for Charles inside, watching the drama unfold. Should she step out and stake her claim, confronting the woman who dared to chase after her husband?

Noelle bit her lip, torn between revealing their secret relationship and keeping it under wraps. She was Charles's wife, after all, and it was not easy to watch another woman constantly eyeing her husband. Noelle knew she was not the type to just let it slide.

Luckily for her, Charles did not seem to return Janet's feelings. In fact, he seemed to despise her. Noelle could not help but stifle a giggle when she saw Charles toss his coat aside after Janet had touched it, even wiping his hands clean as if he had touched something gross.

Janet's advances brought her a wicked sense of joy. She might

his distaste, Janet bounced back like

in Janet's shoes, she would be mortified by such rejection from Charles. She would avoid him at all costs or at least take the

confirmed Noelle's belief that she was not

did not expect was Janet's return, yanking

the woman through the closed car window. Janet might have the reputation of a refined lady, but right then, she was acting more like a bull in

Charles's expression was stormy as he hit the lock button, and Noelle finally let out

reminded, giving Noelle's shoulder

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