The Cherished Wife (Noelle and Charles) novel Chapter 180

The look on Charles’ face darkened slightly, and a foul aura began emanating from him. Noelle paused in the middle of eating her oatmeal, and she instinctively turned to Charles. “Is something wrong?”

Charles immediately switched up the aura emanating from him and smiled at Noelle as he shook his head. “Everything’s alright!” His voice sounded calm, and no one could decipher any particular sort of emotion he was feeling. Then, he said to Ronald, “It’s alright if he’s chucked. As long as we got the stuff!”

“He hasn’t been chucked yet, Mr. Hoffman. We’re just… getting ready for that,” Ronald said, unsure if he should laugh or cry. Why did both these men just do as they please?

Charles frowned slightly. “Tell him to hold on. I’ll drop by and have a look later, but he can take care of everything else.”

Ronald shuddered. He could just about imagine how bloody the scene would get later. Compared to Sean, Charles' methods were truly scary.

“Alright, I’ll get Lareal to continue tracing that foreign bank account as well. We looked into the aroma in the room last night, and it doesn’t look like something off the market. Looks like Winter doesn’t have anything to fear.”

Ronald’s point was clear—Winter might be able to pull off a trick or two, but because of how meticulously planned this was and the fact that the drug used was not easily accessible, it meant there was no way Winter was the mastermind behind everything.

“Alright, continue looking,” Charles said before he hung up the phone and glanced at Noelle. “Are you full?"

Noelle nodded. “Yes. You didn’t have much to eat just now, though. Have more food to eat!” She ladled more oatmeal into Charles’ bowl as she spoke, and her finger stung slightly as it came into contact with the bowl’s edge. When she looked down, a surprised look settled across her features.

Charles frowned. “What’s wrong?”

Noelle shook her head. “It’s nothing. I probably just cut myself without even realizing it.” However, since it had already stopped bleeding, Noelle could not be bothered about the wound. Charles, on the other hand, frowned. “Does it still hurt?”