The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Wife 59

Chapter 59

Charles‘ slender hand picked at the seatbelt on Noelle, then he smiled and said, “I hope you were joking.”

Noelle gazed at Charles, her breath catching in her throat. She could not read him, he was way too close for comfort. His presence and unique scent were overwhelming. A crisp blend of passionfruit and lemon lingered in the air, light yet impossible to ignore.

She turned away, her heart racing. “I get it,” she said with a quick nod.

She knew she was no match for Charles in this game they were playing.

Charles noticed her unease and softened his expression, “Hey, I didn’t mean to freak you out. Look, stuff happens, right? Why run from it? Face it head–on, accept it, and who knows? You might see things in a new light.”

Noelle inhaled deeply, trying to steady her nerves. ‘Fine. I’ll give it a shot. Three days, right? You promised me three days.”

on Charles’s lips. He found Noelle’s mix of fear and feistinessng, not the usual reaction he

mumbled,

lifted. She flung the door open and bolted, not even bothering with goodbyes, as if she could not get away

he watched Noelle sprinting with her skirt hiked up. Her clumsy steps gave her away, and remembering how she had second–guessed herself earlier, he just shook his head, a mix

window snapped him out of his thoughts. Charles glanced up to see someone standing right outside the

eyes narrowed, a frosty

dawn. She had vanished last night, and even though Xavier was partly relieved she was okay, he could not shake off his worry. He had bolted from the Shaw’s and

answer came last night despite his endless knocking, nor any answer to the calls he

night long.

ages, and he had no clue what was going down inside. Just as Xavier was about to bail, he

any car–it screamed money and indicated that some high–roller owned it. Seeing Noelle’s scramble from It, Xavier realized she had been dropped off home by this car before. Rage bubbled up

been a ghost for all the attention he paid to Xavier’s

up! Who the heck are you, and what’s your