The Cherished Wife

Wife 40

“Interesting….you…” As Simon turned his back, Noelle seized a vase and hurled it at his head with all her might. The vase crashed against his forehead, and as He slumped to the ground, his eyes locked on

Noelle’s. “How dare…”

Noelle had given it her all, and now she was totally wiped out, slumping to the floor in a heap. Outside, Winter’s voice mixed with the others, worried because they could not find Noelle. They were outside the only locked room in the house, talking about busting the door down. Noelle’s heart sank. She thought she was a goner for sure.

Then, like a shadow slipping through the night, Charles appeared out of nowhere. His face, all sharp angles and soft skin, came into view as she looked up. She bit her lip so hard it turned a deep, enchanting red. Desperate, she grabbed onto Charles’s pants and pleaded, “Charles, save me!”

Charles narrowed his eyes, a fierce look flickering across his face as he took in Noelle’s flushed cheeks and the figure on the floor. A flash of anger sparked in his dark eyes. He shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over Noelle. “Put this on!” he commanded.

Noelle’s hands were shaking as she pulled the jacket tighter around her. The crisp, clean scent of Charles calmed her nerves. “What now?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The pounding on the door was getting louder, and someone was threatening to break in. They were trapped on the second floor with nowhere to hide. Noelle felt a wave of heat and cold crash over her, the feeling so strong she could barely stand it. She bit her lip hard again.

Charles’s eyes darkened, and he swiftly scooped her up into his arms. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you,” he said, holding her close.

Noelle’s heart, which was pounding like a drum, finally slowed down. She clung to Charles’s arms tightly, as if she feared he would slip away if she blinked.

In a flash, Charles scooped Noelle up and whisked her into the bathroom. No sooner had they disappeared than the door to the room was booted open. Xavier and Winter burst in, taking the lead. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“Noelle… Oh no…!” Winter’s voice was a mix of shock and fear as she latched onto Xavier’s arms. “Xavier, who’s that on the ground?”

Winter’s eyes darted around the room, desperately trying to find Noelle.

Jade had just said Noelle was in here, drugged and unable to run off.

Xavier spotted the figure on the floor too and hurried over to check. Flipping the person over, he was taken aback. “Simon?”

“What? Simon?” Winter’s voice pitched high in mock horror. “Isn’t that Master York? What’s he doing here? And where’s Noelle? What are we going to do, Xavier?” She gripped Xavier’s hand, her voice tinged with panic. “Why would Master York be in this room? It’s Noelle’s usual spot, and it’s been empty for ages!”

“Calm down, Winter. Go get Mom and Dad,” Xavier said, trying to keep a level head.

“What’s the fuss?” Julian and Jade arrived, breathless. Seeing Samuel on the floor, they were stunned. What are you standing around for? Let’s get Master York to the hospital now!”

Julian kept his cool, scanning the room. “What in the world happened here?”

“I’m clueless,” Winter said, her voice breaking as she gripped Xavier’s hand. “I can’t find Noelle anywhere. I looked

all over, then I found this room locked. I called Xavier for help, and that’s when we found Master York on the floor with blood all over his forehead.”

Winter’s words were charged with emotion. “Noelle was nowhere when we got here. Dad, I have no idea where she could be. I’m so worried about her!”

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