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!"

a dark, quiet sky suddenly exploded into a brilliant

glasshouse, where they sat together on a wicker chair. Their fingers intertwined as they

the rooftop where Charles

...

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

had always

had never let him down. He rose quickly in the business world and became someone whom others feared and

Charles was capable of handling great responsibilities and had never failed in making

that Maxwell had confidently entrusted the family business to Charles, even favoring him over his own beloved youngest son, Henry. Today, however,

Maxwell deeply.

Henry and Nancy saw off the extended family,

glance with Mateo, who then spoke up, "Charlie has always been considerate.