The Cherished Wife

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Noelle clung to Charles, her lips finding the curve of his neck, an oasis in the desert she felt lost in. His coolness was the perfect contrast to her fiery need. She was drawn to him, time and time again, desperate for a taste of his refreshing calm. NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Charles’s gaze grew more intense as he gently caressed Noelle’s cheek with his cool hand. “Wake up!” he urged.

Noelle could not hear him. She just wanted to be close to him. “Don’t push me away, it aches so much!” she pleaded.

Charles caught his breath, his self–control nearly shattering at the sound of Noelle’s soft, seductive voice.

He was no saint, especially not when it came to Noelle With her, he had always been a little more patient. Now, with this beautiful woman in his arms, willingly embracing him, he could not just stand there unaffected

charles, it aches,” Noelle’s faint voice echoed in his ear. Her fiery lips brushed against his earlobe, nibbling with impatience. Charles’s eyes darkened, his hand cradling the back of her head as he leaned in and captured her lips with his.

Noelle let out a soft moan, her hands wrapping around his neck, her whole body clinging to him as kissed him back.

she

Gone was her usual reserve, now replaced by a wildness. Maybe it was the drugs, but Noelle’s kisses were frantic, like she was searching desperately for release. She clung to Charles as if she

were a ship that had been adrift for ages finally finding its harbor.

In the midst of their passionate kiss, voices returned to Noelle’s room. Julian and Jade had come back. Impossible. We brought that girl here ourselves. How could she just vanish?”

“Keep searching! What’ll we do about the funds if we cause trouble for Master York?” Julian chimed in, anxious about the prospect of alienating the York family after they had worked so hard to secure their investment.

“This is all on you,” he snapped. “You were supposed to be on the lookout. Now that girl can’t just vanish!”

the deed is done, that

Charles’s gaze narrowed as Julian and Jade’s voices drew nearer. He gently pulled Noelle back and caught a glimpse of her dazed eyes, which sent a pang through his heart. Whispering into her ear, he urged, “Hang on to me, okay?”

Noelle complied, her arms encircling Charles’s waist and her head nestled against his chest. Charles inhaled sharply. “Close your eyes.”

She obediently shut her eyes. Charles took one last look downstairs, then, with a protective arm around Noelle, leaped from the second floor. They landed softly, hidden among the backyard garden’s thick bushes.

Julian and Jade burst into the bathroom, spotting the open window. “That cunning girl. She’s slipped away through here!”

“What are you standing around for? Go find Noelle!” Julian was livid, unable to believe that Noelle, even under the influence of a drug, had managed to escape.

Once the coast was clear and Julian and Jade’s voices had faded, Charles relaxed his vigilant gaze. He looked down at Noelle, who was clinging to him like a koala, and could not help but shake his head with a mix of frustration and fondness.

Charles hoisted Noelle in his arms and made a swift exit from the Shaw family’s back garden, vaulting over the wall with ease. Ronald had already stepped out from the Shaw residence and was taken aback to see his boss cradling Noelle. Nonetheless, he dashed over to open the door, “Mr. Hoffman, is everything okay with Ms. Shaw?”

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