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 say no, but it’s up to you to choose to believe me or not. Charles shot

you really think I would fall for that? 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 to get back at

with a sneer, looking at Noelle as if she had made

it’s not about Xavier,

her, probing. “Doesn’t it

really

a sly grin. “I can offer you a kind of happiness that’s out of reach

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 mix of feelings, yet it was anything

on her neck, Noelle felt a

might and stumbling back.

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

as he leaned in and whispered with

off!” Noelle was not a fan of Charles invading her personal space. Her heart raced uncontrollably.

think it is? You’re acting like

of our marriage. Charles teased, his fingertip tracing the line of