The Cherished Wife (Noelle and Charles) novel Chapter 511

Noelle quirked an eyebrow and blinked innocently. "Lunch is over, so what's up? Why did you call me here?" She asked the question but was already on her feet, heading over to Charles's desk. It was covered in a mountain of papers and data—stuff she had crunched numbers on earlier with Arya and Brian. "Whoa, you got through this pile already?"

Charles just chuckled and pointed to a couple of spots on a page. "Are these calculations yours?"

Leaning in, Noelle's curious gaze scanned the page. "Yep, that's my work. Is something off?"

He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "No major issues. You've done a solid job. But, you know, if we trim down here and tweak the method a bit, it might just turn out even better."

Grabbing a pencil, Charles beckoned Noelle to his side. She watched, fascinated, as he started sketching and scribbling notes on the paper. She had seen Charles in work mode before—he was always so precise and focused—but never from this up-close. Standing there, next to him, Noelle felt a sudden wave of humility wash over her. His mind was like a laser, cutting straight to the heart of any problem.

"Are you getting all this?" Charles glanced up, catching Noelle's gaze locked on him. Her eyes were a bit glazed, lost in thought.

He stopped writing and just looked at her, his eyes twinkling with unspoken words and a gentle amusement.

Noelle caught the feeling of being watched and, with a jolt, found herself locked in Charles's gaze. She quickly looked away, her cheeks warming as she touched her nose. "Um, are you hungry?"

Charles chuckled. "Time to eat!" He set aside his pen, reached over to give Noelle's shoulder a comforting squeeze. "We'll talk more about this later, after dinner."