The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Wife 49

Chapter 49

s was the harsh truth about her parents–they had never really put her first.

Marriage?

If marriage was the real goal, why had they rushed to toss her into Simon’s bed?

“Awake?”

The man’s voice, crisp and icy, had sliced through the silence, jolting Noelle back to the present. She stumbled backward in a panic, crashing into the bed and collapsing onto it, her face drained of color.

Charles arched an eyebrow, taking in Noelle’s panicked dance. Had he scared her that much?

Realizing she might have overreacted, Noelle managed a sheepish grin. “Mr. Hoffman!

you’re up. Feeling alright?

wasn’t running a fever.” Then she added quickly, “Did you rescue me

flashed a knowing grin.

had saved her life. “Thanks! But, um…” She glanced down at her clothes, her cheeks warming with

you,” Charles said matter–of–factly. “No

a deeper shade of

of Charles, she stammered, “I… wasn’t

her shyness. “They’re probably still drying. There’s no washer here, so

He added casually, “Hungry?”

had not eaten much at

toward the master bathroom. “There’s a new toothbrush and towel for you. Freshen up. and

oh

hand flying to her face as she felt her

she could not control.

design to the bathroom’s layout. The new items on the washstand had obviously been set out by Charles, and it sent a little ripple of warmth