The Cherished Wife by Chweety

By the time they got home, it was late. Noelle, having already snoozed at the cinema, was wide awake and decided to use Charles's study to get some work done.

She was new to the company, and Brian had not given her much to do yet, but Noelle knew she had to be on the ball now. Brian wanted her to get involved with the West City project, which was a golden opportunity. She was determined to get up to speed fast and make a smooth transition into her new role.

Charles strolled back into the house and decided to let Noelle have the study to herself. He plopped down in the living room to catch up on the latest stock market drama, while Arnold snuggled close to his feet. Every so often, Arnold would shoot him the most heart- wrenching puppy dog eyes. With a quick side-eye, Charles reminded him. "Mom's busy working, buddy. No going upstairs to bug her, okay?"

Arnold let out a soft "Woof!" and gave Charles a nod that seemed to say he got the message.

Technically, Arnold was Charles's dog, but life got hectic, and Sean ended up being Arnold's primary owner. It got to the point where everyone thought Arnold was Sean's pet. Charles never really planned on reversing the arrangement.

For some reason, Sean had brought Arnold back home not once but twice now. Oddly enough, Arnold seemed to really like Noelle.

grin and told Arnold, "Stay put, champ!" Arnold plopped his furry behind on the floor, staying still as a statue, but his eyes kept sneaking peeks at

jealous of your wife for being Mr. Parker's new favorite. She's been stirring up trouble by telling everyone your wife got in because she

in thought. To anyone else, it would have seemed like no big deal, but when Noelle was involved, it was a whole different story for Charles. Ronald could not

it!" Charles gave the report a quick nod. He noticed Arnold crawling back over and playfully tapped him on the head, though his thoughts were on Noelle's

to gauge Charles's mood and hesitated before asking, "Should

It's a small issue.

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figured it wasn't

the small stuff. But he could never guess what

on a second," Charles said after a moment's thought. "Have someone keep tabs on the