The Cherished Wife by Chweety

"Charles!"

"Enough, Mom. I don't have time for this. It's getting late, and I need to grab dinner." Charles ended the call and noticed Noelle gripping his hand tightly. He quirked an eyebrow and asked in a gentle voice, "What's up?"

Noelle shook her head. "Are you and your mother not getting along?" With the way Charles had just spoken to his mother, it was obvious things were strained. Noelle felt a twinge of sadness. "Is there some kind of misunderstanding between you two?"

"No, not at all!" Charles patted Noelle's head with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about it. Didn't they say dinner's ready? Come on, let's eat!"

Charles clearly wanted to avoid the subject, and Noelle, sensing this, could only agree. "Alright, I'll get your plate ready!"

"Thanks," Charles said, watching Noelle walk away. There was a shadow of something more in his gaze.

Noelle could tell that Charles was off today. His mood had been soured by that call from his mother, Clarisse. She did not know the specifics of what was going on between Charles and his mother or the drama within the Hoffman or Harris family, but she could tell it was nothing positive.

about her own family and then back to Charles, she could not help but feel they

then she realized how intense men could be when they were upset. Even though she was not the cause of his

of bed with

and her waist stiff as a board. It felt like her body had gone through a blender. And there he was, Charles, the reason for her agony, leaning casually against the door with that

going to

her voice a mix of anger and morning grogginess. "Tonight, you're exiled to the guest room. I'm dead

He planted a kiss on her forehead, chuckling. "Come on, up and at 'em. Breakfast is waiting." Noelle shoved him back, her hands up like a

you're serious?" His smile was warm, the kind that usually melted her resolve. "Okay, okay, my bad. I'm

times have I heard that? You always say it, but you never

Noelle marched him

gave him