Charles lifted his coffee mug in a toast. "Noelle's a bit clueless. She even planned a meet-up with you today."

"That's not true!" Noelle protested, though her voice was a whisper amidst Charles's commanding presence.

Charles gave her a sidelong glance, a look of mild reproof, and leaned in to whisper, "We'll talk about this when we get home." He then turned to Samuel with an easy smile. "Noelle's always had a knack for making coffee. Grandpa, is it the way you like it?" "It's not bad at all. I've spoiled her too much since she was little. If she steps out of line, just let me know!"

Charles's lips quirked up in agreement. "Will do!"

Noelle bristled a bit. "What could I possibly do wrong?"

narrowed his eyes playfully. "Fetch us a pot of herbal tea, will

to get her out of the room. Despite her irritation, she

herself and stepped out

Samuel, his face turning serious as he poured another cup of coffee. "Grandpa, you know Noelle just as well as I do. Once she's got a question nagging at her, she won't

an eyebrow,

his head. "Nope, she hasn't said a word. I'm not about to pry until she's ready to talk. But since she's come to you, I can't

letting Noelle marry you." A man like Charles was a free spirit and hard to

down with a

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