The Cherished Wife

A baby?

Ronald's eyes widened at Charles's suggestion to show Milo a child. "What are you getting at, Mr. Hoffman?"

Realization dawned on Ronald. "Got it. I'll handle it. Don't worry about the Hoffman stuff-it's all been taken care of."

Charles waved nonchalantly just as Noelle breezed into the study. Noticing their chat had wrapped up, she said, "Charles, I whipped up some dessert. Would you like a bowl downstairs?"

She glanced at Ronald. "Mr. Wells, all done with your chat?"

"Yes, we're done here. I've got stuff to do, so I'll pass on the dessert," Ronald said, eyes darting around as he snatched up the papers and bolted for the door.

he be able to? He did not want to wait around for the boss to give him the death

paying attention knew that Charles had been super into Noelle lately. Ronald would not dare touch anything the boss's wife made. That was a rule as old as time: what the boss's wife makes is off-limits to everyone but the boss. Noelle watched Ronald's hasty retreat and could not help but chuckle. "Am I really that scary?" she mused. Ronald always

soft laugh and beckoned.

rolled her eyes and did not move an inch towards him. Instead, she spun on her heel and headed out. "I've made some dessert. If you want

smile, quickly tidying up his desk and

Ronald was out of Charles's Phoenix Tree Residence, he did not waste a second before dialing Lareal's number. He needed a favor-some digging on Janet. "Hey, you're a tech whiz, right? Find me

room, Alex had just finished checking Janet over and gave her a shot to calm her nerves. Pulling off his mask, he stepped out to where Milo was waiting and shook

set her

middle of something when it happened."