The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Wife 3

Chapter 3

Trapped in the man’s grip, Noelle struggled to bre free, her body refusing to cooperate. Her vision was blurry as she glared at him. “What are you trying to do?”

“Just having a bit of fun…” He chuckled, his voice dripping with sleaze as he steadied her. Let’s go somewhere more entertaining, shall we?”

Noelle might have been out of it, but she could still sense the danger in the man’s tone. However, her whole body ached, and she knew she was no match for them. She scanned the area for anyone who could help her, but she was invisible to the passersby.

She spotted a figure approaching through her haze. Acting instinctively, she shoved the two men aside and bolted, slamming right into the newcomer. “Save me!” she gasped.

Her fingers dug into the fabric of the man’s shirt, and she inhaled a sharp, clean scent. Please, save me,” she pleaded.

Charles squinted, taking in the woman who had just collided with him. There was a flicker of something sharp in his gaze.

did not let go, pressing herself against him. Her lips, tainted with the strong smell of booze, were

a few steps back, watched in disbelief. She had the

look at the two men harassing Noelle. “Time

know who I am? I had my eye on that girl,”

and let out a soft laugh. “You laid a hand on her? Which hand

away when he met Charles’s icy stare. “Uh… Mr. Hoffman, we didn’t realize who you were. We… we haven’t touched

she was the heroine in some epic romance, “give these guys a lesson they won’t forget. Make it clear that The Majestic Lounge isn’t for scum like

gave a curt nod.” Understood.” A sly grin spread across his face as he

word. Ronald let out a mocking scoff. “What, did both of you touch her? Mr. Hoffman wants to let you

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of your offending hand

with a thud, as pale as ghosts, begging, “Please, have mercy! You can’t

his arms,