The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Wife 66

Chapter 66

The three days flew by in a blur. Noelle had her bags all packed, just waiting for Charles to swing by and pick her up. The last few days were not just about waiting: they were filled with drama, like the York family finding out Samuel got hurt and deciding to cut all ties with the Shaws

Julian was freaking out and running around like a headless chicken. He apologized to Samuel at the hospital and blew up Noelle’s phone with calls. Noelle was not about to fall for that though. She knew better than to show up. Julian even had the nerve to say on the phone that if the Yorks came after the company because of him, it would all be Noelle’s fault.

Noelle was so close to laughing out of sheer frustration. She could not believe the nonsense coming out of her own dad’s mouth. It was a sad moment when she realized she might not really know the man she

called Father.

Julian did not stop there. He actually had the gall to tell her to go and throw herself at Simon, to try and charm him into giving the Shaws a break. If she could snag a marriage proposal out of him, it would be even better. With the Hoffman family’s influence and the Yorks backing them, the Shaws would be unstoppable.

Noelle was not having any of Julian’s crazy daydreams. She cut the call short and blocked his number without a second thought.

was dead set against selling herself out for the Shaw family’s sake, especially since she did not even have a stake in their company. She vividly remembered her grandpa’s plan to gift her five percent of Helios‘

protest from the family. It was crystal clear to

was she supposed to say?

not have cared about the company, but as a Shaw, the blatant inequality had stung. All she had

and rang Noelle. She answered without thinking, “Hello.

squinted, his whole aura menacing. “Didn’t

next to him, she would have been quaking

gulped and forced

Charles had commanded. “I’m right outside

to the balcony for a quick peek, and sure enough, Charles’s car

squinted, and shot a look at the guy sprawled

groggy. “Come on, Charles, that’s not cool. Why’s it always me when you