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.

not met or wronged Clarisse before, she

together. "Why?

your face! Why do you think Charlie fell for you? It's only because of that face! Y-You're nothing

could finish, the door to the private room was violently kicked open,

shadowed with anger. His dark eyes held a storm of fury, his entire presence suffused with a suffocating pressure. His sharp

gripping her. She staggered to her feet, her

terrified of the man he had become. "C-Charlie, why are

His expression was cold and unforgiving, as if he was

feel the oppressive weight of Charles' anger radiating from him.

deliberate. Each step seemed to crush

Noelle and placed his hand on her shoulder with firm