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!

her own future kids being as sweet as him, her heart just melted. "Actually, that sounds pretty awesome!" However, Noelle then snapped out of her daydream. "Hold on. We were supposed to be talking

the trio nearby, who really stood

Mr. Serious, but around Brandon and Tania, he's a totally

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

Peter back on track. You don't get it, but growing up without a dad is tough. I always wanted my parents' love and a family that's all about the joy." "Let it

Noelle beamed, showing off the snaps she had just taken like they were her prized possessions.

to Peter yet?" Charles cut in

it eats up so much data. Plus, I've shot a ton of videos. I should probably sort

into his pocket He then started toying with her delicate fingers, all the while his gaze sharp and fixed on Peter and