The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Charles glanced up, cracking his knuckles. "Out with it!"

Sean shrank back a little and gulped. "Cody's here."

Charles scrunched his eyebrows. "What does he want?"

"He wants my help!" Sean blurted out. "Don't you remember? He saved Liliana's life a few years back. It's smart of him to come to me. Why would he ask me, though? Liliana's your sister, not mine." "Get to the point!" Charles demanded, his voice sharp.

"The point is, Cody wants me to help him out. He doesn't just want me to heal Annie, but also to smooth things over. That guy has no clue who's behind The Majestic Lounge. He thinks by getting to me, he can get to you, and you can talk to the big boss of The Majestic Lounge for him."

Charles's eyebrows drew together, a shadow flickering in his deep eyes. "Did you really agree to it?" he asked.

"Of course. I hate being in debt to anyone," Sean replied. Just then, he caught Charles's fierce glare and quickly put up his hands, saying, "I only said I'd help, not that it's a sure thing, right?" Then he added, "Hey, is our little sister-in-law awake?"

look, turned around with a smile that did not quite reach his eyes, and realized Noelle was

look for her, but Sean had already

by the door until he felt calmer, then

his white coat pockets. A few nurses greeted him, and he nodded back, all business

Sean waved him back down and asked his assistant to bring in two cups of water. "Sorry,

to sound confident even though he was there to ask Sean for a

few deep breaths and sipped

I came here today to I remind you

an eyebrow, stroked his chin, and let out a small smile. "Go ahead, Mr.

straight to the