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.

against him. Her lips, tainted with the strong smell of booze, were inches from his face, and her cheeks were

few steps back, watched in disbelief. She had the nerve to approach Charles, yet he was not pushing

at the two men harassing Noelle. “Time to leave, don’t you

you are? Do you even know who I am?

laid

other man drained away when he met Charles’s icy stare. “Uh… Mr. Hoffman, we didn’t realize who you were. We… we haven’t touched her, not at all,” he

heroine in some epic romance, “give these guys a lesson

Noelle in his arms, Charles spun on his heel and left. Ronald gave a curt nod.” Understood.” A sly grin spread across his face as he faced the two troublemakers. “So, which one of you was

word. Ronald let out a mocking scoff. “What, did both of you touch

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offending hand

their knees with a thud, as pale as ghosts, begging, “Please, have mercy!

Charles, with Noelle in his arms,