The Cherished Wife

Noelle could not help but glance at Teresa a few more times. "I see you've been corrupted by Rowena!"Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

"What do you mean corrupted? I'm perfectly fine!" Rowena protested with a huff, "Teresa and I just can't stand seeing people bully you. They only pick on you because you're their relative. If it were me, I'd hang them up and give them a beating!"

"Oh, come on!" Noelle smiled wryly. "I know you too well. You're all bark and no bite!"

The three of them chatted and laughed in the car. Noelle drove steadily and at a slow pace. Suddenly, a speeding car zoomed past them. The driver rolled down the window to make a mocking gesture.

"Who the hell is that? So annoying!" Rowena's temper flared immediately. "Noelle, overtake them."

Noelle pressed her lips together and shook her head. "I'm not that skilled a driver. And why get into a fight with a stranger? Besides, we're almost there."

Her calm demeanor made Rowena fume. "Didn't you see how that guy looked down on us?"

Noelle laughed softly and shook her head. "Maybe I was in his way."

"You're killing me here!" Rowena muttered, frustrated by Noelle's good-natured attitude.

When they arrived at Phoenix Tree Residence, they saw a flashy car parked outside. Rowena gaped. "Is that Charles' car?"

Noelle shook her head. "No, it's not." Although Charles had many cars, he did not own such ostentatious ones.

Noelle was puzzled too. "It must be one of his friends."

The three of them got out of the car. Noelle parked in the garage and led Rowena and Teresa inside.

Rowena looked around like a

country bumpkin visiting a grand mansion for the first time, her reaction amusing everyone. "Wow, Noelle knew your man was rich, but didn't know he was this rich. Is this entire estate his?"

Rowena glanced around Phoenix Tree Residence's exterior. The place covered several hundred square meters with no other houses nearby. "Don't you feel lonely living here?"

"It is quite large." Noelle chuckled, opening the door and finding slippers for them. "Here, put these on."

Just then, they heard a voice from inside, teasingly saying, "Charles, I haven't seen you cook in ages. Did you know I was coming and prepared all this for me?"

Noelle raised an eyebrow, exchanging looks with Rowena and Teresa. They then heard Charles' cold response. "Why are you here?" His tone was clearly unwelcoming.

"Come on, Charles. Is this how you treat your friends? Who else would you cook so much food for... Oh." Sean, who was leaning against the kitchen door frame, noticed the three women standing in the living room. His eyes twinkled with

amusement. "It seems our

wife's back?"

Noelle's mouth twitched slightly, and she nodded. "Yes, hello."

"Do you remember me, Noelle?" Sean crossed his arms and legs, looking very relaxed.

Charles walked out of the kitchen and glanced at Sean. "Get out of here and go back where you came from." His voice was icy and devoid of warmth.

He then turned to Noelle, and his tone softened remarkably. "You're back home?" His voice was so gentle it gave everyone goosebumps.