The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Noelle bit her lip. "When Winter found out that Xavier was somewhat related to you, she was already trying to take advantage of it. If they find out about our marriage, won't they keep pestering us? "Maybe you don't mind, but I do. I don't want anything to interfere with our relationship."

She clasped Charles' hand tightly, as if afraid he might misunderstand. He then interlocked their fingers. "You have to trust me, trust in us, and most importantly, trust yourself. How could I be ashamed of someone as outstanding as you?"

Charles smiled when he heard her explanation, his lips curling slightly. He glanced down at their tightly interlaced fingers, and there was amusement glinting in his eyes.

He was not truly angry; he just did not like the idea of sneaking around. However, as he listened to Noelle, he realized she genuinely wanted to protect their relationship from unnecessary complications.

Seeing that Charles' expression had softened, Noelle breathed a sigh of relief. "I've already introduced you to the most important people in my life. Isn't that enough?"

"Alright, I can't win against you. It was my mistake this time," Charles admitted as he gently squeezed Noelle's hand. "I won't do it again."

"That's more like it!" Noelle smiled. Then, as if a thought had just occurred to her, she asked, "By the way, has Winter started shooting her film?"

if you want to know, you can ask Ronald directly." Charles considered for a moment, then added, "Actually, it's probably for the best that they don't know about us yet.

to think you're

he responded while raising

up making Winter suffer and then she finds out about us, she might just lose her mind!" Noelle started imagining the proud and arrogant

to stumble, and it was because of Noelle, she might

He could not resist ruffling her hair. "You're getting more and more cheeky How did I not notice

of you before, you little

chuckled, swatting his hand away from her head. "You'll have

be looking forward to it, then." Charles laughed softly.

forward. "Go on," he said, positioning