The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Wife 2

Chapter 2

Noelle bolted from the hotel, her previously defiant face now streaked with tears.

Out of nowhere, a black Cayenne screeched to a halt, its tires screaming against the pavement. Caught off guard, she tumbled to the ground.

The driver gulped, his eyes darting to the man in the back seat, “Sir… Sir?”

The man in the back, unfazed by the nearby accident, merely glanced at the passenger seat beside him. “Ronald, go see what happened.”

“Right away, sir.” Ronald was out of the car in a flash, checking the front for any damage.

About six feet ahead of the car, a woman sat on the ground with her eyes wide open, looking totally freaked out. Her cheeks were streaked with tears, and she had obviously been crying.” Miss? Are you okay? Do you need a ride to the hospital?”

Noelle was scared out of her wits. She just gazed at Ronald, lost in shock, until she finally managed to pull herself together and stand up. Without a word, she tried to sidestep him,

eager to get away.

you sure you’re alright? Do you

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eyes darted

spine. She scowled, hating the feeling, and hobbled away as

go, confused. He wanted to stop her, but she was dodging him like he was

watch the woman through the window. “Sir, we’re at the hotel. Do you want to head straight in, or would

Charles Hoffman, did not say a word, and Ronald did not dare

slight smirk and tapped his finger against his knee in a steady beat.

taken aback. “But sir,

piercing look. “The show’s over. There’s nothing left to see,” Charles said, his

Brookville’s hotspot, its lights blazing and music pumping every night. Noelle’s friend, Rowena Smith, always said it was the prime spot for

dark.

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