"Who could have done this to Noelle? And what's the deal with the owner of The Majestic Lounge? This isn’t looking good for her!" Teresa was beside herself with worry.
Rowena felt the same way. She was just about to get up and open the door when it swung open from the outside.
The man who stepped in brought a chill to the room. It was as if a storm cloud had passed overhead. Rowena gasped. "Charles?"
Charles squinted and did not bother with pleasantries. He strode over to Noelle, lifted her gently, and asked, "Noelle?"
Noelle was feeling terrible, her mind foggy. Through the haze, she saw Charles's stern, handsome face looking down at her, his eyes filled with tense worry. She reached out to smooth away his frown, but he caught her hand. "Noelle? Does it hurt?"
She nodded. "Charles, is it really you? Did you come for me?"
"Yes!" Charles nodded, kissed her hand softly, and reassured her, "I'm here now. You're going to be fine."
His voice was soothing. After making sure Noelle was comforted, he looked up and called out, "Come in!"
Sean, who had been leaning casually against the door frame, smirked at Charles's quick change of tone. However, he knew when to be serious and quickly stepped in to examine Noelle's condition. "Was she poisoned?"
"Yes. Yevgen told me Noelle got bit by a snake," Rowena quickly said, pointing to Noelle's lower leg. "Right there."
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