Charles had an incredible ability to take control in moments like this, gradually guiding Noelle's emotions as he deepened their kiss.
They were so absorbed in the kiss that it was only after a long while that Charles finally released her lips. He rested his forehead against hers. His breathing was heavy, and he gently caressed her cheek with his thumb. "You're mine. Why would I need to be jealous?"
"Mm, you don't need to be," Noelle murmured, her mind fuzzy from the intensity of the kiss. She was so lost in the moment that jealousy seemed like the least of her concerns.
Her heart, however, was filled with joy. No matter what Charles said, she was happy because it showed how much he cared for her. "You don't need to be jealous, and you shouldn't be. Because aside from you, I can't possibly like anyone else, and I won't give you a reason to be jealous."
"Hmm, that's more like it," Charles responded with a satisfied hum, pinching her nose playfully. "But don't think I'll let you off that easily. What's the deal with that man?"
Noelle blinked, a bit taken aback. She had assumed Charles was still preoccupied with the events of Winter and Xavier's wedding or the situation with Sean, but it turned out he was concerned about Yevgen instead.
As she realized this, Noelle could not help but inwardly chastise Sean. That man had clearly gone and tattled on her to Charles.
Feeling a slight pressure on her waist, Noelle realized Charles was not gripping her hard, but it was enough to cause a little discomfort. She gasped softly. "Be gentle. Why are you gripping me so hard?"
"What were you thinking about?" His deep voice resonated near her ear as his warm tongue teasingly flicked against her earlobe.
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