The Cherished Wife



Noelle was lying so still on the bed that it looked like she was fast asleep. The sunlight slipped through the window, casting a warm glow on her face. When he saw her shift a little, Charles quietly walked over and closed the curtains, making the room go dark. Noelle's face seemed to relax even

more.

Charles stood next to her, gazing at her pale face with deep concern. He reached out as if to touch her, but his hand stopped just a hair away from her cheek.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

After a moment, he pulled back, grabbed a newspaper, and sat down in the chair next to the bed.

Cody led Annie out of The Majestic Lounge. She was a mess. Her face was swollen and cut, and she looked really scary. Cody had seen a lot in his life, but the sight of Annie's injuries made him feel sick.

He knew The Majestic Lounge was not a place to mess with. He had always wanted to get on their good side, and he never imagined his first time dealing with them would be like this.

As Cody helped Annie into the car, she started screaming in pain. Through her tears, she cried, "Brother, you have to get back at them for me!"

"Quiet!" Cody snapped at her, but his heart ached. "What did you do? I told you, while you're in Brookville, you can't mess with the Four Young Masters or anyone from The Majestic Lounge."

"Are you even my brother anymore?" Annie looked at Cody, her eyes wide with disbelief. "They hurt me so badly. Why should they get away with it?" 1

Cody drove Annie to Sean's private hospital, known for its top-notch equipment and medical team.

Cody had met Sean before and knew the hospital was his own. They were not exactly close, but Sean owed Cody a favor for saving someone important a few years back.

When Cody arrived at the hospital with Annie, he looked for Sean right away. It was clear he was there to ask Sean to help Annie.

Sean was about to enter Noelle's room when Charles swung the door open from inside. Charles's icy stare met Sean's eyes. "What's up?"

Sean's eyes, playful and charming, flicked toward Noelle's room, but Charles stepped in his way. "If you've got something to say, say it. Otherwise, beat it."

Sean's smile stuck to his lips as he rubbed his chin, eyeing Charles with a curious gaze. "Charles, that's not very friendly of you... Oh!" Before Sean could finish, a punch zoomed toward him. Luckily, he was quick and dodged just in time.

Sean kept stepping back, avoiding Charles's swift and powerful punches aimed right at his weak spots. 3