The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Wife 43

Chapter 43

A chill flickered in Charles’s gaze as he glanced at Ronald, who promptly stood up straighter and let out a nervous laugh. “Where to now, Mr. Hoffman?”

“To the Phoenix Tree Residence!” Charles gently settled Noelle into the car as if she were a delicate treasure. Ronald could not help but stare until a piercing look from Charles snapped him back to reality, and he hurriedly got the car going. The sleek black Maybach vanished into the cloak of the night.

The drug coursing through Noelle seemed too potent. She feverishly tugged at her clothes and whimpered softly, even though Charles had covered her with his suit jacket.

Even Ronald, who was usually oblivious, could tell something was off with Noelle. However, he resolutely focused on the road ahead and did not dare sneak a peek at her. Angering Mr. Hoffman was the last thing

he wanted.

agony, her body burning up. She clutched at Charles’s hand, pressing herself against him, and her

to gently pull Noelle off him, but she was having none of it. She clung to him again and again until he finally gave up. Noelle snuggled against Charles with the carefree joy of a child, causing Ronald to nearly slam on the brakes when he caught a glimpse of the cuddle–fest

screen, cutting off the front from the back. He let out a

about the scene he had just witnessed. The big boss,

octopus, her tiny hands wandering all over him. It tickled so much that

pouted, her head still nestled against his chest. Feeling the firmness in Charles’s voice, she frowned,

his efforts to maintain a stern demeanor, Charles could not help but crack a smile, mixed with a bit of helplessness. He

was that she felt bad and that being

wanted to be.

as she climbed up and planted another kiss on Charles’s lips. Her hands were all over him, exploring his

w.you

dark and