The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Wife 4

Chapter 4

At the top of The Majestic Lounge was a room that belonged to Charles alone. He swung the door open and carried Noelle in. She was feeling so awful that she hung onto Charles like she was trying to meld into him, her limbs all over the place with nary a hint of elegance.

He managed to detach Noelle from himself with a bit of a struggle and gently placed her in the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, he dialed Ronald’s number. “I need ice, and make it quick,”

Once he ended the call, he saw Noelle trying to get out of the tub. He gently but firmly pushed her back down and turned on the cold tap. “Stay still!”

His voice was firm and grew even more intense as he noticed how the water in the tub accentuated her figure. His gaze sharpened.

Ronald was fast, arriving shortly with two buckets of ice. “Here’s the ice, sir.”

“Hold on,” Charles instructed Ronald. ‘Just set them down and leave, thanks.” His tone was

cool and detached.

Charles’s unusual sternness. However, he kept his

Charles brought the ice buckets into the

water, her body shaking uncontrollably. Her mind

collapse. The icy water was a harsh contrast to that, enveloping her in a torturous chill.

soon.”

feeling sore and like it had forgotten how to function. She lay still, gazing up at the stark white ceiling. As the fog in her brain slowly

and was relieved to find herself in pajamas,

the door. There she saw a man clad in cool elegance and fancy threads who was obviously not your average Joe. His face was so drop–dead gorgeous that even a beauty queen would swoon

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