The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Chapter 651

Noelle had been scared out of her wits for quite some time, but with Steven right there, she stayed composed until they got to his place. Once Eloise ushered her into the guest room to relax, Noelle crumpled to the floor, shaking a bit.

Eloise walked in to find Noelle on the ground and rushed to help her up. "Noelle, are you okay?" she asked, worried. "You look pretty pale. Are you sick, or did you get hurt? Should I call a doctor?"

"No, that's not necessary," Noelle said quickly, grabbing Eloise's hand. "I'm okay. I'm just really tired. Please don't tell Steven. I don't need a doctor!" After making sure they were safe, Noelle managed a weak smile. "El, could I borrow some clothes from you? I really need a shower!" Noelle was a mess, and she could not shake off the memory of how Steven had heartlessly let two people die without batting an eye.

"Sure. I'll grab something for you, but my clothes might not be your style!" Eloise said with a quick look at Noelle. "The bathroom's right over there. You can head in first, and I'll bring you something to wear in a second!"

Noelle gave a slight nod, waiting until Eloise's footsteps faded before she sighed heavily. She trudged to the bathroom, staring at her reflection in the mirror, then down at her trembling hands. "Don't be scared, Noelle. You've got this. It'll all be over soon," she whispered to herself, trying to muster up some courage. It took an eternity before she could finally open her eyes and give her cheeks a little slap to snap out of it.

and Charles, which meant Steven stepping in was not wrong. However, Noelle could not shake the feeling that they should

fit just right, and the underwear is brand new. We're pretty much the

smiled with a mix of gratitude and relief.

mention it. If you need anything, just holler.

"Will do!"

Noelle let the shower wash away the grime and the grim memories. Half an hour later, she slipped into the clothes Eloise had given her. However, as she opened the door to step out, she stopped dead in her tracks. Blinking in disbelief, Noelle's gaze landed on the

of Noelle barreling towards him and stood his ground, letting her crash into him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close in a protective

undone her jacket and that she was lying on the bed. Charles cradled her waist with one hand while his other hand tenderly swept up her hair, his fingers softly

rosy blush, and her breaths came in short gasps. She reached up, tracing the lines of Charles's face—his forehead, nose, lips, and chin. Then, her arms found their way around