The Cherished Wife by Chweety

In a flash, Arnold was smugly wagging his tail at Charles, totally oblivious to the fact that Charles was the one in charge.

Noelle gave Arnold a pat on the back, keeping him close, and then grabbed a toy to play with him.

Charles could not help but chuckle, though he still shot Arnold a cautionary glance, reminding the big pooch to be gentle with Noelle.

"Charles, do you worry about what people might think if they knew you were at home painting my toenails?" Noelle mused over the thought, finding the image both absurd and amusing.

The head of Collosus Group fussing over painting a lady's toenails! It would be quite the story to tell.

Charles hesitated for just a second before looking up at Noelle with a raised eyebrow. "Is it really that weird for me to be doing your toenails?" He did not see the big deal and went back to focusing on the task at hand. "I know everyone wants to look good, but you know this stuff isn't great for you. Try not to use it too much, okay?"

"I know, I know!" Noelle laughed, her eyes twinkling. "I hardly ever do this. These polishes were a gift from Robert. I figured I might as well not let them go to waste. Besides, a little color now and then won't hurt, right?" She glanced down and noticed one foot was already done, though the polish was still wet.

working on her other foot. Noelle propped her freshly painted foot up on the coffee table, admiring his handiwork. "You know, Charles, you're a quick learner. You're nailing it on your first try!"

first time I tried, I made a total mess. It was so

full attention. "Well, I'll do your nails next time,

probably die of shock!" Noelle snickered. "You know, Charles, you're really handsome when you're all

playful smirk forming on his lips. "So, I'm only handsome when I'm serious?" He caught Noelle's adoring gaze, his lips curving into an even more charming smile.

was so

Noelle shivered a little, her cheeks flushing as she turned away. "Just say thanks when someone gives you a compliment. Don't

called confidence, Nelly!" Charles said with a grin, reaching out to gently tilt her chin up. His eyes were a deep, mesmerizing black, and they were sparkling like stars. "The specific

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finish painting already." Noelle swatted his hand away. "Quit distracting me. I'm trying to watch TV here!" Inside, she felt a warm, fuzzy feeling. She was flustered as she quickly grabbed the remote to flip through the channels. Arnold, who