The Cherished Wife

Noelle widened her eyes as she watched Charles' actions. She had not expected him to actually drink it himself.

Before she could even feel happy about it, her eyes grew even rounder in disbelief as Charles tilted his head back and drank the tea. He then lifted her chin. The next second, his warm lips quickly pressed against hers. In that instant, Noelle's taste buds seemed to explode with the combination of warmth and the pungent taste of the herbs. She tried to push him away, but Charles held her tightly, giving her no chance to resist. Gradually, the warm tea was passed into Noelle's mouth. Her eyes were wide open, and she tried to keep her mouth shut, but Charles did not give her any opportunity.

By the time he finally released her, half the cup of tea had made its way into her stomach.

Charles let go of Noelle's hand and smirked, especially when he saw the furious expression on her face. He could not help but shake his head and use his fingers to wipe the liquid off the corner of her mouth. Noelle pulled away from his hand, clearly upset. She was pouting as she complained, "You're terrible! You're not allowed in the bedroom tonight!"

Charles shook his head helplessly. "Come on, you're an adult. If you're sick, you need to be sensible. You were even walking around barefoot just now. Don't you know how cold it is in winter?"

He sounded slightly stern. "Tell me, do you do this often when I'm not around?"

the tables on

walked over, grabbed his hand, and shook it back and forth, acting coy. "Alright, it's my fault. Please don't scold me anymore. I promise I won't do it again. I just woke up and wanted

her playful attitude. He reached out and lightly pinched her nose.

...

next day, they

for Noelle to understand why. It was not just Winter

times, but she was not stupid. It seemed her irrationality only emerged when it came to

could behave like a relatively normal person

Group, she felt a car following her. She did not even need to guess who it was. Charles was just a short distance away. That day, he drove a more inconspicuous

trailing Noelle; it was someone sent by the Bakers. Charles narrowed his eyes, realizing that the Bakers were also aware of Noelle and had