The Cherished Wife

"Alright then, come catch me!" Noelle playfully stuck out her tongue at Charles and dashed upstairs. "Catch me if you can!" "Slow down, don't trip!" Charles called after her. He was carrying the fireworks with both hands while following her helplessly.

When they reached the rooftop, Noelle immediately began directing Charles on where to place the fireworks. Meanwhile, she trailed behind him, happily recording a video. Under the dark sky, the images were not too clear, so Noelle zoomed in on Charles' face. Charles could only let her have her fun and finally finished with the setup after a while.

It was only then that Noelle stopped filming. She held a lighter and stood close behind him.

"Alright, stop pacing around," Charles said, resting his hands on her shoulders and glancing toward the glasshouse behind her. "Go wait over there."

"Okay!" Noelle obediently ran over to the glasshouse and leaned against the glass, tilting her head as she watched Charles.

Charles crouched down, lighting the fuse of the fireworks. The sparking sound of the fuse crackled, and soon, the first firework shot into the sky.

Noelle excitedly waved at Charles like a child. "Charlie, come quick!"

looked up at the night sky. What had been a dark, quiet sky suddenly exploded into a

led Noelle into the glasshouse, where they sat together on a wicker chair. Their fingers intertwined as they gazed at

light illuminated the rooftop

...

gloom hung in the air. What should have been a festive occasion was overshadowed by Charles' sudden absence,

particularly displeased. He had always been proud of his

He rose quickly in the business world

was capable of handling great responsibilities and had never failed in

confidently entrusted the family business to Charles, even favoring him

Maxwell deeply.

the extended

glance with Mateo, who then spoke up, "Charlie has always been considerate. He must've had something urgent to attend