The Cherished Wife

Charles flashed a mischievous grin, noticing Noelle's cheeks were red. He slowly stood up, still cradling her waist, and gently set her down in his seat before taking the spot next to her, oblivious to the stunned looks from the crowd. Noelle was mortified. She was convinced Charles had lost his mind. She glanced around at the silent onlookers and let out a nervous chuckle. "Looks like everyone's here, huh? What's the occasion? Are we having a party today?" The crowd gave her blank stares as if she had just said the most ridiculous thing.

Noelle thought, 'I'd better just shut up.'

"Don't be shy!" Peter said, breaking the ice. "You two remember me, don't you?"

"Absolutely, Mr. Lennon!"

"Please, call me Peter!" he insisted with a firm tone, then changed the topic of conversation. "Sean, you set this up today. What's the plan now? Where are we going?"

"We're off to grab some food. I've already told Noelle's two friends over here," Sean said with a whistle, standing up. "Ronald's got us a reservation."

Charles commented with a light scoff, though he did not seem

Come on, let's head to Bamboo Grove House!" Sean led the way out, then asked, "Are Noelle's two friends riding with

Masters of

that, Sean quirked an eyebrow and shot Peter a playful look. "See, Peter?

and ignored Sean's cocky grin, grabbed his coat, and bolted out the

course, hopped into Steven's car while Rowena and

the last ones out. Charles held Noelle's hand and asked, "How'd

holidays. However, she knew Winter all too well-she loved to cause drama, especially at

could just push around. She used to try to smooth things over between them, always looking the other way when Winter pulled her stunts, but she had changed now. She was not about to put up with it anymore. Besides, ever since she found out about her ties