The Cherished Wife

The look on Charles' face darkened slightly, and a foul aura began emanating from him. Noelle paused in the middle of eating her oatmeal, and she instinctively turned to Charles. "Is something wrong?"

Charles immediately switched up the aura emanating from him and smiled at Noelle as he shook his head. "Everything's alright!" His voice sounded calm, and no one could decipher any particular sort of emotion he was feeling. Then, he said to Ronald, "It's alright if he's chucked. As long as we got the stuff!"

"He hasn't been chucked yet, Mr. Hoffman. We're just... getting ready for that," Ronald said, unsure if he should laugh or cry. Why did both these men just do as they please?

Charles frowned slightly. "Tell him to hold on. I'll drop by and have a look later, but he can take care of everything else."

Ronald shuddered. He could just about imagine how bloody the scene would get later. Compared to Sean, Charles' methods were truly scary.

"Alright, I'll get Lareal to continue tracing that foreign bank account as well. We looked into the aroma in the room last night, and it doesn't look like something off the market. Looks like Winter doesn't have anything to fear."

Ronald's point was clear-Winter might be able to pull off a trick or two, but because of how meticulously planned this was and the fact that the drug used was not easily accessible, it meant there was no way Winter was the mastermind behind everything.

“Alright, continue looking," Charles said before he hung up the phone and glanced at Noelle. "Are you full?"

Noelle nodded. "Yes. You didn't have much to eat just now, though. Have more food to eat!" She ladled more oatmeal into Charles' bowl as she spoke, and her finger stung slightly as it came into contact with the bowl's edge. When she looked down, a surprised look settled across her features.

Charles frowned. "What's wrong?"

Noelle shook her head. "It's nothing. I probably just cut myself without even realizing it." However, since it had already stopped bleeding, Noelle could not be bothered about the wound. Charles, on the other hand, frowned. "Does it still hurt?"

"No, it doesn't hurt. Do I look that fragile?" Noelle asked. Pausing, she called out, "Charles."

Charles looked up. "Yes? What is it?"

"Thank you for what happened last night." Noelle was truly thankful to Charles, and she had taken note of all the kindness he had shown her. “I'll introduce you to my friends when we find the time for that!"

Charles raised an eyebrow and grinned as he asked, "Does that mean that I've passed the test?"

Noelle blushed slightly. "Perhaps!"This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

She was nervous as she continued, "I don't have that many friends. It's just Rowena and Teresa. Rowena is a reporter while Teresa opened up a garden house with me. It's called Homestyle Garden House.

Charles nodded. Noelle had met Samuel at that very garden house once when he went to pick her up.

"You can pick the time." Charles was available whenever and was just worried Noelle might feel awkward.

Noelle's eyes lit up upon hearing that. "Alright, I'll meet Rowena and Teresa today to discuss it, then! She rubbed her palms against each other while saying, "It's been so long since we three got together!"

"Sounds good!" Charles said as he nodded. Given all that happened last night, it would be a good idea for Noelle to spend some time outside as well. "Why don't you drive yourself there?"

Once Noelle left, Charles called Ronald and instructed, "Send two men to tail Noelle. Make sure she isn't alerted of their presence."

"Yes, Mr. Hoffman!" After receiving that call, Ronald immediately sent two men who were nimble on their feet and quick-witted to tail Noelle. They kept Charles' instructions in mind and did not dare get too close to her.

Noelle, Rowena, and Teresa immediately arranged for a time to meet up. It had been so long since the three last met, and they would have to spend their time eating and drinking to their heart's content!