The Cherished Wife

Charles and Noelle spotted Gerald too, and the woman with him, her delicate arm linked with his, came over.

"Mr. Hoffman, got some free time to shop today?" Gerald asked, eyeing the ring on Noelle's finger before nodding knowingly. "Your wedding was so lowkey, Mr. Hoffman. You haven't even thrown a ceremony dinner yet! Did you just come to pick out this ring today?" Gerald's gaze lingered on the simple band on Noelle's finger. It was nothing flashy or expensive, just a plain ring. "Mr. Hoffman, surely you're not pinching pennies? Couldn't you have splurged a little for Mrs. Hoffman?" Gerald's eyes flicked meaningfully toward the sales associate they had encountered earlier.

The clerk's face went ghost-white in a flash, and the other clerks who had been sneakily watching started sneaking each other looks after Gerald dropped his bombshell.

They did not recognize Charles, but they could tell from how Gerald was practically bowing that Charles was a big deal.

Charles just arched an eyebrow and shot Gerald a look that could freeze lava, but Noelle jumped in before he could get a word out. "You know, I'm actually fond of this plain ring. Getting married is about me and Charles, not how pricey the bling is. It's the thought that counts, right?" Noelle held up the ring, shook her head, and said, "We've been hitched for ages, so it's no sweat to skip the ring. It's getting late, so I think we'll make our way home."

"Sounds good!" He glanced back at

Gerald's fiancée Aurora piped up, "Mr.

uptake in their world. She had pieced together who Noelle was from the bits of conversation she had caught. Unfortunately, she had missed out on meeting Noelle at Steven's shindig because she had

Hoffman, hey there. I'm

it though she

such a rare treat. Maybe we should grab a

let's not. It's getting pretty late!" Charles checked his watch and nodded at Gerald. "We'll

it. "Just make sure we're on

his. Once they were gone, Gerald's expression darkened.