The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Charles squinted, but he kept looking at Noelle as if he did not even notice Xavier standing there. Xavier felt awkward but did not know what to say.

Noelle felt the tension in the air. "Mr. Hoffman, what brings you here?"

Charles gave her a small smile. "I was just talking to Sir Shaw, and he mentioned you." He did not exactly answer her question, but Noelle got the hint. "You're friends with my Grandpa? He just called me to come over."

"Really? Shall we go together?" Charles asked. Noelle nodded eagerly. "Yes, let's go!"

As Noelle was about to leave, Xavier could not hide his disappointment. "Noelle!" he called out. "You said you'd talk to me!"

Noelle's brow furrowed. She could not believe that even with Charles there, Xavier still would not back down.

Charles's eyebrows pinched together a bit. He had a way of commanding the room without even changing his expression. When he heard what was going on, he looked straight at Xavier and said in an icy voice, "If I'm not mistaken, isn't today your wedding to the Shaw family's daughter? Yet here you are, hanging out by the bathroom door to talk to your new sister-in-law. That's pretty funny!"

did not have to get loud to be in charge. When he raised his voice just a little at the end of his sentence, it was the final nail

felt a weird jolt in his heart. Something felt off, but he could not put his finger on what it

were not standing too close or too far apart. Noelle looked really small next to Charles, yet somehow, they looked

not want to admit it,

glancing at Noelle. "It wouldn't look good if the

haven't seen my

icy voice warming up a little. "They're so good at

Grandpa and Granddad just play for fun. You're in a whole different league!" Xavier, feeling totally ignored, huffed, "Charles,

gave him a chilly glance. "It's your big day, right? You should look the

then at Noelle, and mumbled,

watched Xavier scurry

glanced at where Xavier had grabbed her wrist and decided to wash