The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Wife 5

Chapter 5

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“It doesn’t matter who I am. What matters is that I’m here to help.” Charles tapped his cufflink, his gaze steady and serene as he watched Noelle.

A wave of alarm washed over her. Something about this guy screamed that he was more complicated than he was making himself out to be. “I don’t need your help.”

“Really? Then why were you here last night, trying to drink away your troubles? Your boyfriend is now your brother–in–law, your parents don’t trust you, and now, you’re the town’s favorite punching bag. Did you miss the front page of the news?”

“That’s none of your business.” Noelle’s jaw tightened. “You helped me out yesterday, and yes, I’m thankful for that.” She swung her legs out of bed and started searching for her clothes, but they were nowhere in sight. “Hey, mister!”

“Charles.” He leaned against the wall with an easy grace, watching Noelle’s panicked search. That’s my name.”

Hearing the name ‘Charles‘ made her eyebrows twitch. It rang a bell. “Are you related to Xavier?”

going to say no, but it’s up to you to choose to believe me or not. Charles shot back without waiting for

in distress?” Noelle eyed Charles warily, convinced he was up to no good. “Are you trying to use me to get back at

at him?” Charles chuckled with a sneer, looking at Noelle as if she had

Charles’s bold arrogance. “If it’s not about Xavier, then

Shaw?” Charles locked eyes with her, probing. “Doesn’t it burn you

you really

of happiness that’s out of reach for everyone else in this world!” He moved closer,

in his eyes. He

back to reality by the warmth on her neck, Noelle felt a shock

might and stumbling

over and pulled Noelle to him, trapping her against the wall in a classic wall–pinning maneuver. He tilted his head down, his fingers deftly lifting

attractive eyes as he leaned in and whispered with

Noelle was not a fan of Charles invading her personal space. Her heart raced uncontrollably. “I don’t owe you

like we’re still in the

the idea of our marriage. Charles teased, his fingertip tracing the line of Noelle’s