Wife 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.”

Deep down, he was not entirely selfless. The sight of Noelle’s legs had sparked a rather

embarrassing desire to have her beneath him.

He was, after all, a man with desires, and she was his rightful wife.

The night before, he had held back with everything he had, not out of chivalry but because he could

not bear the thought of her waking up in a terrified daze.

As Charles’s strong hands gently gripped Noelle’s shoulders, he could not help but acknowledge

her beauty, especially in his shirt–it added a certain allure. Dressing her up like this for the shoot

was partly his own scheming.

With Ronald having been around earlier, Charles wondered for a moment: should he deal with

Ronald’s prying eyes?

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