Noelle giggled and gently pushed Charles away. "Okay, it's getting late." She checked the time. "But I'm not going with you!"
Charles squinted. "Oh?"
"You forgot. Only Grandpa and a few others know we're married. If we arrive at Winter's wedding together, it'll raise eyebrows!" Noelle explained. Noticing Charles's frown, she knew he did not like the idea, so she stood on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth.
Charles's eyes grew more intense as he pulled Noelle closer and kissed her deeply before she could even catch her breath.
Swept up in the moment, Noelle kissed him back. It was hard for them to let go of each other. After a moment, Noelle stepped back, her lips slightly pursed to catch her breath.
Charles noticed her smudged lipstick, and his gaze grew even warmer.
Noelle knew Charles well enough by now. She stepped back, playfully scolding, "We've got things to do today. Let's keep it professional!"
She applied her lipstick once more and grabbed a cozy shawl. It was getting cold outside, and everyone was bundled up. Even Noelle, who usually stood out from the crowd, had to acquiesce to the cold.
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