The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Noelle's face turned red, and she pushed Charles away. "You're so improper!"

Charles laughed, then flipped over, placing his hands on the bed and pinning Noelle beneath him. His arms were now on either side of her.

Then, his lips curved in a smile, encircling Noelle's small frame within his embrace.

Noelle swallowed hard, feeling a sudden sense of pressure. "Charlie, it's getting late. We should..."

"It's indeed late, Nelly. You're too weak. I feel it's necessary for me to exercise with you every morning from now on," Charles said, his words layered with meaning. His narrow eyes met Noelle's directly. Noelle's heart skipped a beat, and before she realized it, she was already caught up in Charles' rhythm.

She had to admit, Charles was truly a master in this aspect. Despite having just experienced passion not long ago, each of his moves could still leave her utterly enthralled.

The consequences of such indulgence were quite severe. Charles' idea of exercise was purely confined to the bed.

Noelle's soreness from the previous

profile with frustration. She

eyes and drew in a sharp breath. His hands were still around her waist, carefully

body tensed, and a fire

she quickly let go. "No more, Charles

just teasing you." Seeing her

Don't forget we

Grandpa!" Noelle realized suddenly and could not help but punch Charles lightly. "It's all your fault; I almost forgot we were supposed to visit

is the first time I'm officially introducing you to him, and it's so disrespectful!" "Don't worry," Charles said, grabbing

came downstairs, Ronald was already there. It seemed like he

He had indeed

bit tragic. Ronald had been waiting since eight in the morning, and now, it was almost noon. The