The Cherished Wife

"I know that," said Charles.

Meanwhile, Noelle had gone upstairs, but she still felt suspicious about Charles' behavior. It was not that she was overthinking. After spending so much time together, she had grown familiar with his moods. Earlier, she had sensed the emotional turmoil he was suppressing. Things were not as simple as he made them seem, but since Charles had chosen not to say anything, she decided not to press him. After hanging up his coat, she lingered upstairs for a while. When she finally came down, she only saw Nancy in the living room. Charles was nowhere to be seen. "Aunt Nancy, where's Charlie?" Noelle asked.

"He's in the kitchen. Come sit with me," Nancy replied with a smile, waving Noelle over.

"But I told him I'd cook dinner tonight!" Noelle said, a little surprised.

"No need. Charlie is handling it. You just come and keep me company for a bit."

"Alright." Noelle glanced toward the kitchen and saw Charles washing vegetables. Smiling, she tapped the kitchen door. "You're cooking?"

Charles turned around. He had put on an apron, which made him look somewhat amusing. Noelle's eyes narrowed with delight, clearly enjoying the moment.

look like a househusband!" she teased, pulling out her phone. "Strike

had already taken several photos

Meanwhile, Noelle sat beside Nancy and eagerly showed off the photos. "Aunt Nancy, look! Don't you think Charlie

worry that Charles might see Noelle as a replacement

finding them even more delightful.

...

finally obtained Noelle's background information. As the head of the Hoffmans,

not offer much beyond what they already knew

immediately, Maxwell chose to remain silent

more restless. She was still recovering in the hospital but somehow caught wind of

party but had not spoken to her. Today,

madam wishes to speak with you," said a