The Cherished Wife

Wife 4

At the top of The Majestic Lounge was a room that belonged to Charles alone. He swung the door open and carried Noelle in. She was feeling so awful that she hung onto Charles like she was trying to meld into him, her limbs all over the place with nary a hint of elegance.

He managed to detach Noelle from himself with a bit of a struggle and gently placed her in the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, he dialed Ronald’s number. “I need ice, and make it quick,”

Once he ended the call, he saw Noelle trying to get out of the tub. He gently but firmly pushed her back down and turned on the cold tap. “Stay still!”

His voice was firm and grew even more intense as he noticed how the water in the tub accentuated her figure. His gaze sharpened.

Ronald was fast, arriving shortly with two buckets of ice. “Here’s the ice, sir.”

“Hold on,” Charles instructed Ronald. ‘Just set them down and leave, thanks.” His tone was

cool and detached.

Ronald raised an eyebrow at Charles’s unusual sternness. However, he kept his thoughts to himself and left as told.

Once alone, Charles brought the ice buckets into the bathroom.

Noelle was submerged in the icy water, her body shaking uncontrollably. Her mind was still foggy, and Charles’s expression was grim.

Noelle was burning up inside, feeling like she was on the brink of collapse. The icy water was a harsh contrast to that, enveloping her in a torturous chill. She squirmed in agony, but Charles’s hands kept her steady, and his voice cut through the haze. “Hang in there. It’ll pass

soon.”

Noelle’s eyes fluttered open, her body feeling sore and like it had forgotten how to function. She lay still, gazing up at the stark white ceiling. As the fog in her brain slowly lifted, the memories of last night started to play like a movie in her head.

Her face drained of color as panic flickered across her features. She flung off the covers and was relieved to find herself in pajamas, untouched. Still, that aching… where did it come from? Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“You’re awake?” A chilly voice cut through the silence, and Noelle’s head whipped toward the door. There she saw a man clad in cool elegance and fancy threads who was obviously not your average Joe. His face was so drop–dead gorgeous that even a beauty queen would swoon at him.

Noelle’s brow creased in confusion. She did not know this man. As the reality of her situation

hit her, she bluted out, “Who are you?” Her voice sounded so hin and grating that it scared her. The words came out as a dry, quacking mess.

Charles arched an eyebrow, not bothering with an answer. He strolled over, poured her a

glass of water, and handed it to her with smoomand elegant hands.

Note was taken aback for a second but then grabbed the glass, downing the water with am eagerens That Sordered or uncouth, Chce the glass was empty, the eyed Charles sungutusy. “Kee you the one who rescuež mu **

||paren

she did not say yes or no butelie let out a reed bram. Okay Thanks for whatever you din ng the glanced down at hus chote a silent question hanging in the air, and that megamansion turned to one of contusion over gratitude and evident despite the

Chacies & pace landet softly on Scalea face mind playing her stunning presence has The night Sectors and storing something within him. It’s all good, the thaw Court worry about (4),” Ne band sideslopping The potential endarrassment with a smooth defectu

Sole in her ligghting the unge to say more the would have to deal with the fallout and act like this whole messes upper That Tow did you find out my last name

“Surprised” There shot of buzz M. Shaw tostay Have you not heard?” Charles sarą, casualy fading was tus cuffinka, kuuxing the picture of cost,

ellie’s face and of color what are you talking about?”

“There are many versions of your story. Wiget one du you want to hear?”

“Who are you ready? And what do you want from me?