The Cherished Wife

Noelle nestled herself against Charles‘ back as if she were a kitten. “I’ll take good care of you, and I’ll always be on your side!”

Charles grinned. There was a warm and loving look in the depths of his eyes that Noelle could not see.

“Alright. I’ll always be on your side too. But, Mrs. Hoffman, I don’t think I’ll be able to finish washing these dishes by tonight if you continue hugging me!” Charles said teasingly with a grin on his face. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Noelle immediately let go of him and jumped away from him upon hearing that. She maintained a distance between them. A blush crept across her face as she said, “Alright, go ahead and clean up, then. I’ll go watch some TV!”

Noelle hurried into the living room. Charles grinned when he turned and saw her escaping the kitchen.

Noelle’s heart was racing. It was her first time making the first move, and she was still in disbelief. After all, she had never been the one to make the first move in the years she and Charles had known each

other.

As for what was on the TV… Noelle had no idea because her mind was preoccupied with thoughts about Charles. She felt like she was about to lose her mind and that she was starting to develop feelings for him.

When Charles finished washing the dishes, he walked to the couch and sat down before waving a hand at Noelle. She bit down on her lip and slowly edged toward him before looking up at him.

He reached out and patted his thigh before wrapping an arm around Noelle and pulling her toward him. Noelle allowed him to move her around as he liked, and her head ended up on Charles‘ lap while one of her hands found its way onto his knee.

Her eyes widened as she gazed up at him.

Charles reached out and began massaging her temples gently. She found it comfortable and smiled as she got cozy and closed her eyes.

Not only were Charles‘ fingers elegant and good–looking, but they were also extremely nimble. A short massage had Noelle’s entire body feeling relaxed, and his gentle fingers felt like they were dancing across her forehead.

The corners of Noelle’s lips curved upward into a slight smile as her fingers began imitating Charles‘ movements. Raising her hands, she brought them toward Charles‘ chin. “Lower, lower. That’s right, lower your head a little more!”

Charles obediently lowered his head slightly, and his good–looking face appeared before her eyes.

Her fingers danced across his face without rhyme or reason, and she dragged them across the stubble that had appeared on his chin, which was prickly to the touch. Noelle reached out and poked it gently.

A rueful look appeared on Charles‘ face as he reached out to grab her hands and say lovingly, “Stop it!”

Noelle removed her hands from his grasp and continued running her fingers across his face. “Why do you have such good skin? It’s even better than mine!”

At that, Noelle touched her face momentarily before she continued touching Charles‘ face, sounding slightly disgruntled as she said, “You’ve got better skin than a woman. I’m so jealous!”

“Why are you jealous? I’m yours!” Charles said as he gazed down at her, meeting her beautiful eyes framed by a long pair of eyelashes.

The color of his pupils darkened slightly as his gaze landed on her luscious red lips. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as the color of his eyes turned into that of the night sky.

He let out a gentle sigh before he tilted her chin upward and kissed those lips he had been longing for.