The Cherished Wife

Wife 56

“Deal!” Noelle felt a weight lift off her shoulders; she was not keen on visiting the Shaw family anyway. “If I want to catch up with you, Grandpa, we’ll just meet up somewhere!”

After hanging up, Noelle looked up to see Charles returning after a long absence, a gift box in hand as he strolled up to her.

Her phone was still in her hand, her heartbeat erratic with anticipation.

Charles offered the gift box to Noelle, “Your clothes haven’t dried yet. I picked this up for you to wear in the meantime. I hope it works for now!”

“Thanks!” Noelle snatched the package and eagerly tore it open to find a long, flowy dress that seemed to shimmer with magic. She inspected it, noticing the tag was missing. However, the faint outline of a logo and the feel of the fabric gave it away. It was a Saint Di creation, a brand famed for their exclusive designs. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“You don’t like it?” Charles inquired, catching Noelle off guard.

v size?”

She shook her head. “No, it’s gorgeous. But how did you guess my

The question escaped her lips before she could stop it, and Charles’s knowing look sent a fresh wave of blush across her cheeks. “I’ll go try it on!”

She dashed for the bathroom, narrowly avoiding a collision with the door. Charles’s voice followed her, al playful chuckle hidden in his warning to be careful.

Charles watched Noelle’s flustered retreat and couldn’t help but shake his head with a wry smile.

To her astonishment, the dress fit like a glove, as did the lingerie. The thought that Charles, who was still a mystery to her, could size her up with a single glance sent a shiver down her spine.

Noelle bit her lip, confronting her reflection’s rosy cheeks. “Get it together, Noelle,” she scolded herself, giving her face a light smack.

After a moment of self–encouragement, she adjusted the dress with a shy tug and finally shuffled back

out.

The bedroom was empty, and oddly enough, Noelle felt relieved. She let out a quiet breath, her hand resting on her chest. Then her eyes caught the sight of Charles emerging from the walk–in closet. Momentarily transfixed, she had always known he was fit; however, the man was a walking masterpiece, clothes hanging on him as if he was born to wear them

Charles stood there, looking sharp in a light–colored, custom–tailored suit that fit him like a glove. The suit had a modern twist to it, and the top–quality shirt he wore underneath was casually unbuttoned to the third button, showing off a hint of his tan chest. It gave him a laid–back vibe that made him seem approachable, despite his obvious class.

His cufflinks were nothing fancy, just a sleek silver pin design

style.

however, they added just the right touch of

Noelle could not help but be wowed the moment she laid eyes on him. It was like he could wear a burlap sack and still look like he stepped off a runway. She was totally hooked.

Charles casually adjusted his cufflink, catching Noelle’s gaze. He flashed a small, confident smile, his

eyebrows lifting in a playful challenge. “What’s up?”

Noelle looked away, her smile lingering. She kept her thoughts to herself, though.

Just then, her phone ruined the moment with its insistent ring. Noelle gave an embarrassed grin, scooped

up

her skirt, and went to answer it. However, the name on the caller ID stopped her cold, her smile freezing awkwardly on her face.

Charles caught the shift in her mood, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Noelle bit her lip and dismissed the call, only for the ringtone to stubbornly sound off again. She frowned, staring down the persistent caller.

Out of nowhere, a hand reached over and plucked the phone right out of her grasp. Charles’s voice, low and smooth, floated down to her. “If you don’t want to talk to them, then don’t. Indecision isn’t your style.”

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