The Cherished Wife

"Uh..." Sean's eyes bulged as he stared at Noelle's retreating figure. "Wait! Noelle, I didn't mean me!" Great, he had really messed up. Noelle glanced back with a teasing smile. "Aren't you a big, strong man, Sean?"

"Sure am!" Sean nodded emphatically, then it hit him. "Hold on. How did such a sweet and innocent girl like you start copying Charles's bad habits?"

Noelle's lips quirked up. "Great minds think alike. You came over so late, so I guess you're here to freeload, huh? In my house, you play by my rules, Mr. Smith. Don't you agree?" Sean's mouth twitched. He mentally kicked himself. Why did he have to be so mouthy?

Noelle might look sweet and gullible, but she was actually tougher to handle than any of those hot-headed heiresses.

Rubbing his temples, Sean saw Charles emerge from the kitchen and blurted out, "Charles, your wife is crazy!"

"What about my wife?" Charles arched an eyebrow. "If you don't like it here, there's the door!"

Sean was speechless.

himself into this mess and would get out of

onto the tiny stool with a sigh, picking at the greens with a sullen expression. Every so often,

meal in peace, and Noelle understood why Charles had made so much. Sean was scarfing down food like he was in

food!" By the end,

true gentleman, even when he was inhaling his food like there was no

him

fingers. "I haven't had a

too tired to eat, and he had crashed at home and slept unti now, waking up just in time to come over for