The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Chapter 714

Charles's comment about finishing the meal had a hidden layer of meaning. No sooner had Noelle stepped outside with the basket than the doorbell rang, catching her off-guard. "Weird. Who would come by this late?" she wondered. The list of people who knew where she lived was not long: Charles, Ronald, the Shaw family, and Xavier. However, it did not make sense for any of them to drop by at this hour.

Curious, Noelle set the basket down and peered through the peephole. The figure outside made her do a double-take before she swung the door open. There stood Sean, looking sharp in a casual-chic way, glasses perched on his nose, a fruit basket in hand, and leaning casually against the doorframe. His smile was disarmingly sweet. "Hey, Noelle, it's been a while!"

Sean caught Noelle's eye and waved. She could not help but grimace before masking it with a polite, if not entirely genuine, smile. Swinging the door open, she greeted him. "It's been ages, Mr. Smith!"

After letting Sean in, Noelle glanced around for a pair of slippers before deciding against it. "Don't worry about the shoes. Come on in!"

Sean stepped inside with a grin, setting the fruit basket on the coffee table. "Nice. It's been half a year, and this place has such a different vibe now!"

Adjusting his glasses, Sean looked so out of place that Noelle immediately thought of the perfect description for him: a wolf in sheep's clothing. Especially today, with Sean in just a white shirt and a blazer and no coat in sight. Looking at him, Noelle shivered and quickly handed him a warm cup of cocoa. "What's the occasion, Mr. Smith? Why the surprise visit?"

puzzled. "Didn't Charles tell you I was coming by today?" Not spotting Charles, he wandered through the place, muttering,

knife in hand. "Hey, Charles." He chuckled nervously. "You might

propped himself against

a mischievous grin. "Never saw

you as the cold-hearted type, the one most likely to

However, look

all soft

just messing

tiny stool by the garbage bin, sorting through veggies. He sauntered over, towering

Grunt work?

greens in her hands, then up at Sean with a playful glint in her eye. "What's