The Cherished Wife by Chweety

laced with annoyance. "Who does that first thing in the morning?"

An hour passed before Noelle could peel herself off the bed. With a hand on her aching back and her legs shaking like jelly, she shot a glare at Charles, who was strolling out of the bathroom and looking way too pleased with himself. "Back off!" she snapped, her voice Her cheeks turned a shade redder as she bit her lip. "This is all your fault!"

Charles, still riding high, softly touched her cheek. "Come on, get ready. We're short on time!"

"If not for what you did, we would've had plenty of time!" Noelle retorted, but she dashed into the bathroom anyway. Charles watched her go, a sly grin creeping across his face.

He quickly changed and dialed Ronald. "Cook breakfast for the missus!" He barely hung up when Noelle burst back out of the bathroom, frantically getting dressed and mumbling to herself, "Just great! I'll be late for my first day!"

zoomed into the closet to change and emerged in a ponytail,

help but chuckle. He gently grabbed her. "Relax. You're not going to be late." Noelle shot him a playful yet accusing look. "If I am, I'll make you suffer the

it, though. It wasn't like Charles did not have another car to drive his garage at

cars had not been on the road for too long.

at the clock and realized they were cutting

foot, Charles took the driver's seat. That's when Noelle understood what Charles

up to a

told Charles to pull over and, without a

off and just laughed. He had seen this coming. Besides, he had another reason for the pit stop-Ronald was waiting right there. Ronald raced down the street, breakfast in tow, to find his boss standing alone on the main road at the crack of dawn.