The Cherished Wife



At this moment, seeing Charles sleeping so quietly was a first for Noelle. She propped her elbows on the bed with a smile on her face, watching his pure and innocent sleeping face with great interest.

It seemed that his alertness was very high. Noelle had only been watching for a short while when Charles suddenly opened his eyes.

The sharpness in his eyes was evident the moment he awoke. However, upon realizing it was her, his gaze softened gradually. He smiled lightly, his deep voice resonating in her ear. "Awake already?"

Noelle suddenly felt as if she had been caught doing something she should not. She nodded, turning her head to one side, ready to get out of bed. However, Charles quickly pulled her into his arms. "It's still early. Sleep a bit longer."

Noelle protested, "It's not early. It's already past eight."

"No rush," Charles murmured. He held onto Noelle so she couldn't move, forcing her to remain in his embrace.

Noelle did not speak, half-glaring at Charles before nestling deeper into his arms. "Since when did you become so lazy?"

Charles smirked. People often said men were the most attractive in the morning, and Noelle found this to be absolutely true. His deep, maic voice was undeniably his most potent weapon.

"It's the weekend. Sleep a bit more, okay?" He brushed his chin against her cheek, his hand gently caressing her jaw. "We went to bed late last night. Didn't you say you were tired?"

Noelle's face flushed instantly at his words. She bit her lip and gave Charles a playful, reproachful look. "Don't bring that up!"

She mostly blamed him for last night.

She had lost count of how many times she had begged him to stop, but he kept going, promising each time it was the last. Ultimately, he did not keep his word, and by the end, she could barely move.

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Charles saw her expression and could not help but laugh. "What are you thinking about?"

Noelle slipped her hand under

Charles' shirt and pinched his waist. "I'm thinking about when to banish you to the guest room. You seemed very comfortable sleeping there before!" she said, feigning anger and gritting her teeth for effect.

Nheless, her gentle face could not muster a truly fierce expression. This only made her more captivating to Charles.

He smiled faintly, making no move

to stop her small acts of rebellion, In his eyes, her efforts were nothing more than playful gestures that did not hurt at all.

After a while, Noelle's fingers began to ache, but Charles showed no sign of discomfort, leaving her feeling somewhat deflated. "Doesn't it hurt at all?"

Charles raised an eyebrow. He

noticed the slight pout of her lips and his gaze deepened. He cupped her face in his hands, saying, "It does hurt. Will Nelly make me feel better now?"