The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Noelle could not help but giggle, finding it almost impossible to picture Charles doing something like this.

Charles gave her a sidelong glance, his large hand cradling her slender ankle. At that look, Noelle's cheeks flushed a soft pink, and she kept her foot still.

Charles was focused, examining the nail polish bottle like it was the most important thing in the world. He gave it a careful tap, then lifted Noelle's foot again, gently squeezing her toenail. "Do I paint it like this?" Looking up, Charles caught Noelle's gaze-she was sitting there quietly, but her eyes were intently on him. He quirked an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Hmm?"

Embarrassed, Noelle came back to her senses and pointed to a toenail. "Maybe you can start with this one. Try not to go over the edges!" She eyed Charles. "You're really going to do this, huh?"

"I'm a man of my word." Charles settled onto the couch, resting Noelle's foot on his lap and holding her toes with great care. He was surprisingly focused as he dabbed the brush on Noelle's nail with precision.

With her foot in Charles's steady grip, Noelle leaned her head against her other leg, watching him work with rapt attention.

his careful efforts, Charles still managed to get a

better than her own. His eyes, though, were something else. They were intense and concentrated, with long, slightly curled lashes that cast the coolest

over the coffee table, taking a few tissues, Charles, mistaking her lean for restlessness, quickly steadied her by the waist. Catching Noelle's playful grip on the tissues, he shot her a

hand away with a

sunk back into the couch.

Noelle's toenails, admiring her pale, delicate feet. His

shift in Charles's mood, Noelle arched an eyebrow and leaned in

glanced away with a

of his hand Arnold, who had been huddled in a corner, sprang to his feet and dashed over, playfully