The Cherished Wife



Noelle was nestled in the backseat of the car, her heart still racing from the night's chaos. She had scooted her seat back to match Charles', while Sean had taken on the role of chauffeur. Sean caught Noelle's silence, shot a look at Charles, and raised an eyebrow. "Noelle, why so quiet?"

She let out a sigh, her thoughts snapping back into the car. "I just don't know what to say."

"Tired?" Charles reached over and took Noelle's hand in his, gently squeezing it. "Your hand feels like ice," he said, his brow creasing with worry. Sean, can we turn up the heat in here?"

He turned back to Noelle, his voice tinged with concern. "Didn't you think to bring a jacket before heading out? It's not the dead of winter, but the nights are still chilly."

Noelle laughed softly, feeling the warmth from Charles's grip. "I'm tougher than I look," she assured him, but her smile faded as the night's events replayed in her mind. "You know Winter's friend, Suzy? Today, she was..." The words got stuck in her throat as Suzy's face invaded her thoughts, unbidden and haunting.

Charles's hold on her hand grew firmer. "Don't be scared. Whatever happened, it isn't your fault."

Noelle met his gaze, a flicker of surprise in her eyes. "I know. But how did you...? Do you know what happened upstairs?"

"Of course, Noelle. You have no idea how long Charles and I waited for you downstairs, keeping tabs on your every movement!" Sean glanced in the rearview mirror at their intertwined fingers and raised an eyebrow. "We would've come up sooner if we didn't have to keep our cover."

"You had people with her upstairs?"

Charles nodded. "I was worried about you, so I had a few people keep an eye on you."

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"You're my wife. There's no need for thanks!" Charles gently patted her head, making sure she was comfy.

Noelle hummed contentedly.

"Hey, can you two chill with the PDA? Some of us are single and trying not to gag."

Noelle could not help but giggle. "Look at you, using Gen Z slang."

Sean smirked. "I've gotta stay with the times."

Charles teased, "Slang is the only thing you know how to keep up with, huh?"

"What's with the sass?" Sean grumbled. "Remember, your lives are in my hands. If you don't treat me right, I might just 'slip up'..."

"If you try anything, you'll be the first one to go down. Don't believe me? Just try me!" Charles's eyes narrowed, a chilling glint shining through.

Sean raised an eyebrow. "Hey,

Charles, no need to throw threats around for no reason." He paused before continuing, "So, what's the plan for handling what went down today?Noelle's okay, but they were gunning for her. Just because she's smart enough to avoid trouble doesn't mean they should get away with it!"