The Cherished Wife

Noelle's face turned red, and she pushed Charles away. "You're so improper!"

Charles laughed, then flipped over, placing his hands on the bed and pinning Noelle beneath him. His arms were now on either side of her.

Then, his lips curved in a smile, encircling Noelle's small frame within his embrace.

Noelle swallowed hard, feeling a sudden sense of pressure. "Charlie, it's getting late. We should..."

"It's indeed late, Nelly. You're too weak. I feel it's necessary for me to exercise with you every morning from now on," Charles said, his words layered with meaning. His narrow eyes met Noelle's directly.

Noelle's heart skipped a beat, and before she realized it, she was already caught up in Charles' rhythm.

She had to admit, Charles was truly a master in this aspect. Despite having just experienced passion not long ago, each of his moves could still leave her utterly enthralled.

The consequences of such indulgence were quite severe. Charles' idea of exercise was purely confined to the bed.

Afterward, the refreshed Charles kissed the corner of Noelle's mouth and carried her to the bathroom to clean up. Poor Noelle's soreness from the previous night had yet to ease, and now, after Charles' vigorous morning session, her legs felt like jelly.

Noelle lay on Charles' shoulder, looking at his profile with frustration. She could not resist biting his shoulder.

Charles squinted his eyes and drew in a sharp breath. His hands were still around her waist, carefully cleaning her body.

When she bit him, his whole body tensed, and a fire ignited in his eyes. "Nelly, you're playing with fire!"

Noelle's body stiffened immediately, and she quickly let go. "No more, Charles Hoffman!"

With a smile in his eyes, Charles kissed the corner of Noelle's eye "Alright, I'm just teasing you." Seeing her innocent and panicked

expression, Charles did not know whether to be angry or amused.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Alright, get dressed and go downstairs. Don't forget we have to visit Grandpa today."

"Oh, yes! We need to see Grandpa!" Noelle realized suddenly and could not help but punch Charles lightly. "It's all your fault; I almost forgot we were supposed to visit Grandpa today."

She added while biting her lip, "What do we do? I haven't prepared a gift for Grandpa. This is the first time I'm officially introducing you to him, and it's so disrespectful!"

"Don't worry," Charles said, grabbing Noelle's arm. "Get dressed and go downstairs."

When they came downstairs, Ronald was already there. It seemed like he had been waiting for a long time.

Ronald had received orders last night to come over early this morning. He had indeed arrived early and called Charles, but he simply told him to come in and wait.

The waiting turned out to be a bit tragic. Ronald had been waiting since eight in the morning, and now, it was almost noon. The guy had rushed over without even having breakfast.

Ultimately, his boss finally came down, looking all radiant. Was he dying to make it obvious what he had been up to early in the morning?

Noelle, who was following Charles

slowly, had not noticed there was

someone in the living room until she heard Ronald's voice. She then looked up. "Mr. Wells? What are you doing here?"

Noelle was surprised and glanced at Ronald, then at Charles. "You two talk. I'll go make something to eat."

Charles held Noelle's hand and said, "Just make something simple."