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."

in his gaze was

him. It was Janet. His eyes narrowed, and he pressed my lips together, stepping aside just in time to dodge her embrace. She stumbled,

look. "I've told you before, Janet.

reach for him again. However, she glanced at the ice in his eyes

She stood up from the couch, her figure draped in a long dress, the picture of grace and poise. She had been a woman of

subtly stepped away, putting some space between himself and Janet before he coolly met Clarisse's gaze.

not hide

displeasure at Charles's aloofness.

little, he had had his own way of doing things, and hardly anyone in the

eyes flicked to Janet. "You know Janet well. There's no need for such distance between you two." With a wave of her hand, she called out, "Janet, come here to your

over,