The Cherished Wife

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Sean was not like Charles. Charles grabbed life by the horns with no hesitation or mercy. Sean? He was guy with the killer smile, all warmth and laughs on the outside. What was he up to behind closed doors? That was anyone’s guess.

Right now, that smile of Sean’s? It was the kind that spelled trouble. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Sean squinted, a cold huff escaping him. His hands, always so pristine, were slender to the point of envy, even prettier than a lady’s.

With a flick of his elegant fingers, he tossed his white coat at Ronald and sprawled out on the couch, a smile playing on his lips that could turn heads. “You don’t know? All that time shadowing Charles and you’re telling me you’re in the dark?”

Ronald’s whole body jolted, and he was on the brink of tears. “I swear I didn’t know, Mr. Smith. Mr. Hoffman wouldn’t share anything with a lowly servant like me.”

“Really?” Sean’s eyes, narrow and alluring like petals of a peach blossom, narrowed further as he smiled in a way that sent shivers down one’s spine. “You’re telling me you had no clue? Miss Winter from the Shaw family just got engaged to Xavier, and now Charles is cozying up with Miss Noelle. You think I wouldn’t find out even if you kept silent?”

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already know it all, Mr. Smith, why even ask me?” Ronald was back tears. “I honestly did not know about today. All I knew was that Mr. Hoffman attended Sir Shaw’s birthday bash, and when he came back, he was cradling Miss Noelle in his arms.”

“Oh…!” Sean’s voice trailed off as he nodded in understanding, “Got it!”

He was about to say more, his fingers drumming on the leather couch. Then he snapped to attention and looked up to see Charles’s imposing figure at the doorway.

Sean’s scheming face instantly lit up with a welcoming grin, and his eyes sparkled with mischief. “Miss Noelle doing okay?”

Charles squinted slightly, “You’re still here?”

Sean was speechless.

That was a low blow from Charles. He had called Sean away from an important surgery, and Sean had dashed over without a second thought. This was the thanks he got. “Come on, Charles, that’s not very cool of you!”

“Not cool?” Charles let out a cold huff, his deep–set eyes giving Sean a quick, dismissive glance. “I don’t need to waste words on you.”

“Come on, I did you a solid, right? Do you have to be like this?”

Charles was itching to get rid of him, though Sean was not making it easy. “What about Noelle? You’re not worried she might need help in the middle of the night? I’m a doctor, remember? It’s in your best interest to keep me around!”

“I don’t need you!” Charles’s frown deepened, making it crystal clear he was done talking. “Ronald, show him out!”

Chades was not having any of it and headed upstairs.

With Charles gone, Sean’s face took on a new look. He shot Ronald a frosty glance and casually fixed the third button on his shirt. “You heard the man. Charles wants you to drive me home. Ugh… I’m beat. Let’s go, chop–chop!”

Ronald watched Sean’s quick switch with an internal eye–roll that could have set a world record, but he did not dare mouth off. Instead, he grabbed the keys and dutifully drove Sean home.

Back upstairs, Charles found Noelle sleeping soundly. He breathed a sigh of relief and stood by her bed for a moment, his usually stern eyes softening as he watched her. Gently, he adjusted her blanket, then stepped out onto the balcony. He lit à cigarette, holding it between his fingers, but did not take a puff.

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