The Cherished Wife

Charles raised an eyebrow, his captivating eyes locked on Noelle with a hint of amusement that was almost dazzling.

Noelle felt overwhelmed by his gaze. Gently, he took her finger and wrapped it in his hand, giving it a soft squeeze as he spoke with warmth, "I've done far more shameless things before, so this doesn't count for much." Leaning closer, he propped one hand on the bench and slid his other arm around her waist, pulling her tightly against him. Their bodies pressed closely together, and Noelle felt her heartbeat quicken.

As Charles' face drew near, she gulped nervously. She was holding her ice cream in one hand while attempting to push against his chest with the other. "Stop... Don't come so close!"

Any nearer, and she felt she would barely be able to breathe-especially under the intensity of his gaze.

Charles smirked. "Did you just call me shameless?"

"No, no... Y-You're pure as the breeze, noble and upright. Clearly, you're a gentleman who's far from shameless!"

leaving no space between them. Noelle felt her heart and mind

how relentless he could be, Noelle took a deep breath, closed her eyes,

He had not expected her to lean in. He smiled and tightened his hold on her, deepening

shot open in surprise. She had assumed Charles might hesitate in surprise, giving her a chance to push him away. However, Charles was not following her

kiss was sweet, cool, and carried a faint fragrance. Noelle quickly found herself drawn in and wrapped her

response, meeting her warmth

....

Brandon, who was exhausted from playing, had already fallen asleep in

carefully wiped

into his spare clothes, and finally said, "You're no Brandon out alone in Peter raised an eyebrow. "In the future?"