The Cherished Wife

Charles's striking face loomed close, making her blink. She let out an awkward chuckle and touched her nose. "Charles, what's with the intense stare?"

A playful twinkle danced in Charles's eyes. "If you're so fond of kids, why don't we make one of our own?"

Make one?

Noelle's heart pounded a chaotic rhythm, and she blinked, her cheeks burning as she looked at Charles, particularly into those gorgeous eyes of his. She swallowed hard. "Well... I think it'll happen when it's meant to happen!" "So, my lady, are you saying you'd like to have one too?" Charles slid his arm around Noelle's shoulders, drawing her in.

Side by side on the bench, Noelle rested her head lightly against Charles's shoulder, peering up at his profile. "Uh..." Did she mean it? Maybe she had not considered it too much!

as sweet as him, her heart just melted. "Actually, that sounds pretty awesome!" However, Noelle then

over at the trio nearby, who really

"You'd never guess Peter could be anything but Mr. Serious,

Peter, huh?" Charles teased, arching an eyebrow as if to say, 'Do you

way, I'm just trying to figure out how to get Tania and Peter back on track. You don't get it, but growing up without a dad is tough. I always wanted my parents'

off the snaps she had just taken like they were her

to Peter yet?" Charles cut in with a

data. Plus, I've shot a ton of videos. I should probably

sly grin and casually slipped Noelle's phone into his pocket He then started toying with her delicate fingers, all the while his gaze sharp