The Cherished Wife

Winter instinctively touched her face. When she realized what he meant, her face turned pale.

She wanted to lash out but did not dare to, so she could only hold it in, glaring at Noelle with resentment.

Noelle raised an eyebrow, surprised by how blunt Sean had been, but she felt rather pleased. "My sister is a big star, so it's only natural that she leaves a lasting impression," Noelle said with a smile. "Otherwise, my brother-in-law wouldn't be so infatuated with her, right, Xavier?"

She turned to Xavier, who had been staring at Noelle the entire time, especially at the man whose arm she was holding.

His gaze grew even more intense, his eyes still fixed on her. When Noelle's words reached him, Xavier seemed dazed and did not fully grasp what she had said. "Yes, yes," he stammered.

Winter pursed her lips, unsure whether to be angry or happy. Clenching her fists, she let out a cold laugh. "Your brother-in-law has high standards, so, of course, he chose me." "Exactly," Noelle replied.

think whatever she wanted. Noelle no longer felt

shamelessly cling to him. Besides, recent events had made her see Xavier's true colors. Where there used to

"You're back, sir!"

He was carrying

in the living room. His gaze shifted from Winter and Xavier to Noelle and Sean, and he paused

narrowed his eyes, then nodded. "So, it's

tugged on Sean's sleeve. "Dad, this is Mr. Smith," she introduced, offering no

when she called me yesterday, likely because

eyes slightly, a hint of amusement

up and extended his hand. "Mr. Shaw, a pleasure.