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!"

leaned back, the closer Charles moved, leaving no space between them. Noelle felt

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

not expected her to lean in.

her a chance to push him away. However, Charles was

of the ice cream, but his kiss was sweet, cool, and carried a faint fragrance. Noelle

response, meeting her warmth

....

in silence. Brandon, who was

wiped his

and finally said, "You're no Brandon out alone in Peter raised an eyebrow. "In