The Cherished Wife

"You... have quite the sharp-tongue!"

Clarisse had not expected Noelle to be this difficult to deal with. It was clear that Noelle had no intention of taking her seriously.

"Do you really think that by saying these things, you can compare yourself to me?"

Noelle smiled calmly. "I never thought that. In fact, I'd rather you compliment my eloquence. After all, Charlie thinks I'm quite articulate too."

"Insolent!" Clarisse slammed the table with a harsh thud. "It seems you really won't leave Charlie, will you?"

"I have no reason to leave my husband. So, I'm not sure what you hope to achieve by meeting me today. Which mother doesn't wish happiness for her child? Yet here I am, facing you-a mother determined to break her son's marriage. I find it... intriguing," Noelle replied, her tone firm and unyielding.

"Of course, I want him to be happy, but not with you!" Clarisse's gaze turned sharp. It was filled with hostility as if Noelle were her greatest enemy.

did not know for a fact that she had not met or wronged Clarisse

lips together. "Why? I don't think I've offended

think Charlie fell for you?

violently kicked open, startling

face was shadowed with anger. His dark eyes held a storm of fury, his entire presence suffused

fear gripping her. She staggered to her

yet she found herself terrified of the man he had

never left Clarisse. His expression was cold and unforgiving, as if he was

anger radiating from him. He was furious-more than she had

advanced slowly into the room, his long strides steady and deliberate. Each step seemed to crush Clarisse's spirit further into the

her shoulder with firm pressure. His expression was