The Cherished Wife

The landlady noticed Noelle's strained smile and could not help but shake her head. "Young lady, there are plenty of fish in the sea. Men aren't always reliable. Take my advice and find a better one in the future." Noelle finally understood that the landlady must have thought she had been dumped.

She glanced down at herself, feeling a mix of amusement and frustration. She probably did not look her best today. After the long day, it was easy to see why the landlady might misunderstand.

"You've got it all wrong, ma'am. We didn't break up. Things are just a bit inconvenient right now, so I'm moving back for a while."

"Oh, I see," the landlady said, though it was clear she was not fully convinced. She nodded and decided to humor Noelle. "Alright then, but you've got so many heavy things. Let me help you carry them." "Oh, there's no need!" Noelle politely declined. "I can manage on my own. It's getting late, so I don't want to disturb your rest."

After finally managing to send the landlady on her way, Noelle found her keys and entered the apartment. The moment she stepped inside, she froze.

She glanced around, almost wondering if she had entered the wrong place.

left, she had discarded a lot of the old furniture and covered everything else in white sheets to protect them from dust. Now, however, the entire place looked completely refreshed. All the

she might be imagining things. However, when she reopened her eyes,

could not help but laugh, quickly realizing this was undoubtedly

not long after, Charles

glanced around, half-jokingly wondering if he had planted a tracker on her. "Yes, I just got here. But... Charlie, did you have someone

Charles confirmed. "There wasn't much time, so I had Ronald

already spotless, and all the essentials are here!" Noelle wandered around

probably doesn't surprise you by now, huh?"

came to official matters, though he was still unsure about personal tasks. "As long as you're happy with it." "Charlie," Noelle said as

her true home.