The Cherished Wife

"I have it under control. You don't need to worry about this," Charles said as he held Noelle's hand.

"Want to say a word to my sister?" he asked Noelle.

Although Charles phrased it as a question, there was an undeniable firmness in his tone.

Noelle took the phone almost instinctively, hesitating for a moment before saying, "Hello."

When Chloe heard the voice again, she found it familiar, though she could not quite place it. "Hello, I'm Chloe, Charlie's sister."

"Hello, Chloe. I'm Noelle Shaw, Charlie's wife."

"Noelle?" Chloe paused, and then a familiar face flashed in her mind. "Are you Noelle Shaw from Collosus Group, the one from the project department?"

Noelle was slightly taken aback but then smiled. "Yes, that's me."

Chloe's expression turned grim as she tightly gripped the phone. "So, it is you!"

remember me?" Noelle had assumed Chloe would not

You're very memorable," Chloe replied, her heart trembling slightly. As the thought formed

did remember Noelle-not because Noelle was particularly outstanding but because ever since the company's year-end party where Noelle had danced with Charles, she had taken notice

had a boyfriend, she stopped digging into the matter. Now... "Let me speak to Charlie." Feeling a bit confused, Noelle handed the phone back to Charles. "Your sister wants to speak to you," she said, resuming her task of drying Charles' hair

he took the phone and

caught Chloe off guard. "Charlie, you can't marry this woman.

fingers resting casually on his knee. "I know everything you've

do you even

for Noelle to stop what she was doing. He then

retreating back, feeling for the first time that their marriage

always known who

don't need to remind me of that. I understand

I introduced her to

you that

Charles said as bad