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?”

to believe me or not. Charles shot back without

What’s your real game here, getting to save the damsel in distress?” Noelle eyed Charles warily, convinced he was up to no good. “Are you trying to use me

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

bold arrogance. “If it’s not about Xavier, then we’ve got

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

you really want

a kind of happiness that’s out of reach for everyone else in this

intense gaze. Shel was caught off guard by the intensity in his eyes. He squinted slightly and leaned in close, hist breath warm against her neck and stirring a

her neck,

away with all her might

intensified as he strode over and pulled Noelle to him, trapping her against the wall in a

twinkle in his attractive eyes as he leaned

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

is? You’re acting like we’re still in the

marriage. Charles teased, his fingertip tracing the line