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.

between his fingers without lighting it. "I noticed some shady figures lurking downstairs when I arrived. What's up with that?"

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

and your little distraction worked pretty well. However, since

Charles nodded solemnly.

indeed, she few days back. However, then, surveillance had ramped up again, had called off the watch Bl and Charles figured the Bakers had to be behind it. Milo

to keep them guessing about me and Noelle? Charles, don't you think that's a bit underhanded?" Charles's lips twisted into a

keep throwing me into the spotlight, and it doesn't feel right. Why don't you ever

Charles said with a furrowed brow, but Sean let out a scoff.