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

her out of the room. Despite her irritation, she knew better than to try

a slight nod, Noelle excused herself and stepped out of the

poured another cup of coffee. "Grandpa, you know Noelle just as well

in the loop too?" Samuel raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Did

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 just sit back

to regret letting Noelle marry you." A man like Charles was

down with a clink. "I've been with

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