The Cherished Wife

With a gentle sweep, Charles gathered Noelle up in his arms.

Noelle looked up as she felt the warmth of his embrace. Her eyes, which were so full of sorrow, now sparkled with a mix of helplessness and happiness. "Charles!" she exclaimed.

Noelle wrapped her arms around Charles's neck, pulling herself close to him and nuzzling against his neck like a little kitten searching for comfort. "Charles, you're here!" she said with relief.

"Yeah, I'm here," he replied. Their few words spoke volumes, conveying more than a lengthy conversation ever could.

Gently, Charles lifted Noelle and laid her on the bed, making sure she was snug under the covers. He noticed her feet were chilly to the touch. His brow furrowed with concern. "Why are you walking around barefoot? Don't you realize it's freezing out?" With a slight pout, Noelle looked up at him. Charles could not help but shake his head with a smile. "Hey, I'm not upset with you, alright?"

She nodded. "Charles, please don't go."

anywhere. I'll always be right here," he assured her, holding

like that for more than half an hour, and she

gentle sigh, Charles said, "Noelle, I'm not leaving, but you need

don't want to," she protested, her

no other option, Charles leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. "I'm not going anywhere. Just relax, and

of times, taking in his words before she finally let go of him. She peeled back a corner of the blanket and

grabbed his hand and snuggled closer, her other arm circling his waist as she nestled

her shoulder.

sleep still eluded her. Her eyes remained

her gaze. "Aren't you going to tell me what went