The Cherished Wife by Chweety

George had heard of Saltgrass House for a long time. A few years ago, he had planned to visit, but he had to rush back due to time constraints. This time, George was clearly pleased to be able to make it here. "Charles, your wife is truly very considerate," George remarked.

Noelle and Teresa walked ahead. The owner of Saltgrass House, who recognized Charles, hurried over to greet them.

Seeing that Charles seemed engaged in conversation, Noelle stepped forward to greet the owner first, "Hello, we have a reservation for Celino Room."

"Oh, Ms. Shaw, correct?"

"Yes." Noelle gave a polite smile. "Please lead the way."

"Right this way, Ms. Shaw."

The group reached Celino Room, where Noelle went in first to arrange the seating. Charles and the others followed leisurely. Hearing George praise Noelle, Charles smiled warmly. "Thank you, Mr. Click. "By the way, earlier, Brian and I were discussing the West City project. Brian mentioned that the situation this time is a bit complicated?"

"It's not too complicated. We can discuss work matters tomorrow." Charles made a polite gesture, inviting George inside. Feeling slightly embarrassed, George calmed his enthusiasm.

George might not know Charles well, but Brian did. He seemed to understand Charles' intentions, so he quickly changed the subject.

clear of work-related topics. Charles

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being from Faris, spoke native Farisian. Since Brian had once been George's student, their conversation in Farisian flowed

Teresa occasionally introduced

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three of them appeared to share

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got along

nudged Charles' side and signaled with her eyes

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raised her eyebrows. Though Charles did not say much, Noelle knew he understood what she was hinting at. She could not help but keep glancing at Brian and Teresa, thinking they seemed more and more suited for each

while Charles would take George back. Brian,