The Cherished Wife (Noelle and Charles) novel Chapter 54

Chapter 54 

Charles had just seen Ronald and the others out. Coming back, he caught Noelle’s incredulous question and chuckled. “Yep, we’re married now.” 

Noelle’s hands flew to her cheeks, surprised to find Charles right behind her. Flustered, she got to her feet quickly. “It’s late. I should head back.” 

“Noelle!” Charles’s voice stopped her in her tracks, and she halted, her steps halting just as quickly. She turned around stiffly, a puzzled “Huh?” escaping her lips. 

Charles was barely holding back a laugh at Noelle’s adorably confused look. “It’s actually morning,” he said. 

Noelle’s cheeks flamed even hotter. “Morning?” It was probably the most embarrassed she had ever been around Charles. 

Ever since meeting Charles, Noelle felt like her life had become a series of increasingly embarrassing moments. Every encounter with him seemed to leave her more flustered than the last. 

Charles watched her, the teasing mood fading. He stepped closer and gently pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “You want to head back?” 

She nodded earnestly. “Yeah, I really should go.” 

Charles let out a sigh. “Fine, I’ll take you home then.” 

“No, that’s okay.” Noelle quickly declined, her words leaving them in an awkward silence. Charles one to break it. “Seriously, look at yourself. How can you go home like that?” 

Noelle glanced down at her outfit and felt her cheeks burn even hotter. 

She had been wearing Charles’s shirt the whole time. Sure, it was way too big on her and gave off the wrong impression 

Then it hit her–Ronald and those two staff members had been here earlier. She wondered if she had been looking like this the entire time. 

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Biting her lip, Noelle shot Charles a look of betrayal. “Why…. why didn’t you tell me?” She was a lady, after all. The staff might have been women, but Ronald was a guy! 

That explained the weird looks Ronald had been giving her, always looking away so quickly. 

Feeling a mix of sadness and embarrassment, Noelle thought about how nobody had bothered to tell her what she looked like. She had taken a wedding photo with Charles looking like this. It was just… crazy! 

Noelle’s face was now the color of a boiled lobster, and she felt like she wanted to disappear into the ground. Charles was definitely to blame. He was the one who had put her in his shirt, and marriage was supposed to be a big deal. How could he be so nonchalant about it? 

While Noelle was dying of embarrassment, Charles was the picture of cool composure. 

Charles watched Noelle’s face flicker with a mix of emotions, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. He reached out, hands firm on her shoulders, trying to soothe her fiery spirit. Noelle was not having any of it; 

with a swift smack, she knocked his hands away. “Charles, you haven’t seen the last of me!* 

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A chuckle escaped Charles, “Okay, okay, I admit it’s my fault.” 

His eyes took on a deeper hue, betraying a hint of delight at her feisty attitude. The memory of her slender, pale legs crossed his mind, and his gaze momentarily darkened. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, conceding, “Totally my fault.”