The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Noelle was not having it. She shook her head again. "I can't spend my days scared stiff because of them. I bet they won't come after me again anytime soon after this mess."

"Don't sweat it, Noelle," Sean reassured her, casually juggling an apple. "Charles put Ronald on the case. They can't touch you or your job, I promise. Chill out!"

Meanwhile, Charles had gotten a call from the Hoffman family estate that he could not ignore, especially since his mom, Clarisse, was on the line. Reluctant or not, he knew he had to make the trip back home.

The moment the car pulled up to the grand gates of the Hoffman family estate, the butler was already there, waiting to greet him. He waved someone over to swing the gates open. "Young Master Charles, welcome home!" Charles squinted against the sunlight as he stepped out of the car. "When did my mom come back?"

"The butler replied, taking my coat. "She flew in this morning." He hesitated before adding, "Ms. Janet is here, too."

At the mention of Janet, Charles paused, a flicker of irritation crossing his eyes. The butler quickly looked down. "Ms. Janet came with your mother. She was worried about her traveling alone."

chill in his gaze was hard

barely crossed the threshold when a blur came hurtling towards him. It was Janet. His eyes narrowed, and he pressed my lips together, stepping

her with a cold look. "I've told you before, Janet. Don't touch

with hurt, and she looked like she might try to reach for him again. However, she glanced at

in a long dress, the picture of grace and poise. She had been a

slightly as he subtly stepped away, putting some space between

not

displeasure at Charles's aloofness.

a headstrong one at that. Ever since he was little, he had had his own way of doing things, and hardly anyone in the Hoffman

such distance between you two." With a wave of her hand, she called

over, her