The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Wife 55

Chapter 55

Meanwhile, Ronald escorted two colleagues away when a sudden chill crept over him, a gut feeling that something was off. “Seriously? Mr. Hoffman can’t be that ruthless, can he?”

Noelle listened as Charles did something he hardly ever did: he admitted he was wrong. She had to admit that part of the blame was on her for not being more alert. She glanced down at how close she and Charles were standing and felt her cheeks heat up again.

She gently pushed away Charles’s hand and turned her head to hide her flushed face. “Where are my clothes?”

Charles narrowed his eyes, feeling the loss of warmth from his hand, and looked away. “Head upstairs

first.”

“Okay.”

Charles like that? It all had happened so fast that it still felt

with a simple yet sophisticated style that did not quite match the over–the–top luxury she expected

hours, and started looking for her belongings. That was when she spotted her phone in Charles’s room. She grabbed it in a hurry and

bombarded with a bunch of missed calls. Most were from Xavier, but there were also a few

her lip and dialed her Grandpa Sebastian’s number first. He picked

said. “My phone died last night.

he felt a wave of relief wash over him. “Weren’t you at Samuel’s place yesterday? He rang me up in the

had always been frosty toward the Shaw clan. Noelle had sensed his chill–not just with the Shaws but with his own daughter, Jade–from a young age, but

nibbled on her lip. “Grandpa, don’t worry. I’m all good. I just had a rough night, so after we celebrated granddad’s big day, I headed home. My

wind of

it slide. “Kiddo, if you ever get in a jam, you come straight