The Cherished Wife

Wife 63

“What’s so great about him, huh? Do you even know him, Noelle? You’ve barely met the guy. I know you’re trying to tick me off because of the whole thing with your sister, but this isn’t the way to do it, Noelle.”

“That’s it, Xavier. Leave now, or I’m calling the cops.” Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Noelle was fed up with Xavier’s rant. She might not know Charles inside and out, but at least he was honest and would not hurt her.

She was done with Xavier’s drama. Dragging this out would help no one. Xavier could be as stubborn as a mule, refusing to back down. Even after Noelle told him off, he would not budge, just kept shouting her name outside. Some nosy neighbors even threw in their two cents.

Feeling trapped, Noelle decided to ignore him.

Meanwhile, Xavier, getting no response from Noelle, grew even more furious. “Noelle, open up! We need to talk. You think running away will fix things?”

“Sir, do you live here?”

After what felt like an eternity, two cops showed up and eyed Xavier. “We have received complaints about a disturbance. If you do not live here, you are going to need to come with us.”

Once the police escorted Xavier away, peace finally returned to Noelle’s place.

She breathed a sigh of relief, only to be interrupted by her ringing phone. She eyed the strange number, hesitated, then answered with a cautious, “Hello?”

“It’s me!” The voice on the other end was deep and familiar, catching Noelle off guard. “Charles?”

“Yeah,” Charles confirmed with a nod. “Is the guy gone?

Noelle blinked in surprise. “You’re the one who called the cops? You’re still here?”

She had been about to call them herself, but before she could, they had shown up. She thought maybe the neighbors had called, now it seemed it was Charles all along.

Instinctively, Noelle dashed to the balcony. However, there was no sign of his car. Puzzled, she said, “I don’t see your car anywhere!”

“I’m back already,” Charles said, pouring himself a glass of water and reclining on the sofa with a casual grace, his long finger tapping rhythmically on the side of the glass. “I had a hunch that guy wouldn’t be so easy to get rid of.”

Noelle was at a loss for words. He had taken care of the problem even after leaving, and now she found herself in his debt once more. “Thank you.”

Charles raised an eyebrow, sipped his water, and let out a soft chuckle. “No need for thanks between a husband and wife!”

Husband and wife?

Noelle’s lips parted slightly, her cheeks flushing. The words had felt strangely right coming from him, and to her own surprise, she had not minded them at all.

“Now that he’s gone, get some

rest,” Charles said. “And pack your stuff. I’ll pick you up in three days.” With

a final goodbye, he hung up.

Noelle gazed at the silent phone for a long moment, a gentle warmth spreading through her chest.

In this world, besides her two grandfathers, Charles was the only one who ever really cared about her feelings and what she was going through. Maybe marrying him would not be the worst thing, even if she did not exactly have a crush on him.

Noelle hid her face in her hands, trying to cool her blushing cheeks. Soon, she ditched her phone and changed outfits.

Charles had a point. They were hitched, and it made sense for them to live together. Anyway, there was not much left in this place for her to hang onto. Xavier and Winter knew her address, so moving out was a smart move to dodge drama.