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, still

but chuckle. He gently grabbed her. "Relax. You're not going to be late." Noelle shot him a playful yet accusing look. "If

Noelle to work. Noelle was not having it, though. It wasn't like

on the road for too long. He said they were probably running

at the excuse but glanced at the clock and

seat. That's when Noelle understood what Charles meant by not being late. His driving

they cruised up

block away from Collosus Group, Noelle checked the time. They were a whole fifteen minutes early. She told Charles to pull over and, without a shred of guilt, booted him out. She claimed they could not risk being spotted together, so he had no business being seen

was waiting right there. Ronald raced down the street, breakfast in tow, to find his boss standing alone on the main road at the