The Cherished Wife

Charles, with the utmost composure, peeled the last shrimp and handed it to Noelle. "Here, have this."

Noelle popped the shrimp into her mouth under everyone's watchful eyes. She watched as Charles casually wiped his hands with a napkin, his calmness unshaken. "Alright, take him to Nippori first. I'll follow shortly."

"Right away, Mr. Hoffman!"

Once the manager had left, Sean inquired, "Your uncle?"

Milo was the only person who would go to such lengths to track Charles down here, and the manager had mentioned someone with the surname Baker.

Charles nodded, a glint of determination in his eyes. "I'll be right back." He stood up and looked at Noelle. "Make sure you eat plenty."

Noelle's lips twitched, convinced Charles had lost his mind today, but she managed a composed nod in front of everyone. "Sure." Charles affectionately ruffled Noelle's hair before he exited the private room.

was led by the manager to a spot in Nippori and ended up waiting around ten minutes

door to the VIP room and

Charles nodded. "Coffee, please!"

"Right away, Mr. Hoffman!"

in with ease, catching Milo's annoyed eye. "Charles, you've gotten pretty good at

and Milo had not been able to see Janet or Clarisse in the hospital. He had come up against a brick wall witmet the Hoffmans and could not

Charles's elder, and he was not pleased with how Charles was treating him like a joke. "I might be charming, but I'm still your uncle!" Charles smiled, pulled out a chair, and sat across from Milo. "Uncle,

came in with a coffee

"I've got

before finally raising his eyes to Milo. "Uncle, you're

but here in Brookville instead. Did something

him, ready to burst. Charles had to be playing