The Cherished Wife

"Charles, I..."

"Oh, Noelle." Charles chuckled softly, pulling her into a warm embrace and gently rubbing her back. "I'm right here, and I always will be."

Feeling the warmth of his hug, Noelle's anxiety began to melt away. She nodded against his chest. "Yeah." She knew he would always be there for her.

"Ready to talk about it now?" Charles's voice was soothing, like he was comforting a little kid, and he was drawing calming patterns on her back. However, Noelle stayed quiet.

He glanced down and caught the turmoil in Noelle's eyes. He got the message. "Can't figure it out yet? That's okay. Just sleep on it. When you're ready, you can tell me, alright?" "Thank you, Charles," she whispered, grateful for his understanding.

on the corner of his lips. Then, she heard him whisper, "Go to sleep now.

hard. Charles felt a pang in his heart seeing her so scared and vulnerable, but all he could do was hold her close. It was not until she was sound asleep late at night that he gently let go, peeled back the

threat of being spied on, but most of it was the annual bout of insomnia he always

his eyes only brought back a nightmare-a woman, drenched in blood, gripping his arm in the snowy night and gasping out the words

Tree Residence was so silent at night that you

toyed with a cigarette

steady footsteps from upstairs broke the silence. Sean narrowed his eyes,

like he had

pulled out a cigarette and offered it to Charles's eyes widened just a fraction before he flashed a wry