The Cherished Wife

"Noelle, that's a bit harsh, isn't it?" Sean said, his voice edged with frustration. "If I was just hungry, I could've grabbed a bite downtown. Why would I bother coming all the way from my place to yours?" He sighed dramatically. "Do you really think I'd want to come and play

house if Charles hadn't twisted my arm?" Noelle was speechless.

"Don't mind his blabbering!" Charles shook his head. "Noelle, why don't you tidy up the dishes? Sean and I need to talk."

"Sure thing!" Noelle agreed, nodding. "You guys head to the living room. It's cramped here, and we don't have a study," she said a bit sheepishly.

Sean quirked an eyebrow. "Hey, no offense taken. I was just messing around. Let's head out, Charles!" After a satisfying meal, Sean felt rejuvenated and trailed behind Charles into the living room.

for dinner, right?" Sean said, twirling a cigarette between his fingers without lighting it. "I noticed some shady figures lurking downstairs when I arrived. What's up with that?" Charles's brow creased with concern. "It's the

intense than he had expected. "I mean, Janet isn't even his real daughter, and he's going all out for her?

little distraction worked pretty well. However,

Charles nodded solemnly.

However, then, surveillance had ramped up again, had called off the watch Bl and Charles figured the Bakers had to be behind it.

words. "So, you dragged me here today to keep them guessing about me and Noelle? Charles, don't you think that's a bit

it doesn't

a scoff. "Wrong, he's her ex-husband!" Tania and Peter had