All Chapters of The Cherished Wife: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

“Indeed, you’re no worse than I am. In fact, you’re even better than I am, and there’s nothing about me that’s better than you. Winter Shaw, is there something wrong with you?” Noelle did not understand how Winter’s prejudices toward her had formed. “Whatever. I can’t be bothered talking to you.”“What do you mean you can’t be bothered? I think you’re just scared! Makes sense, though. I heard Simon has some odd in-bed fetishes. You and him…” Winter grinned, the evil look in her eyes difficult to disguise. “You’ll never be able to escape, Noelle Shaw!”“You’re not the one who gets to decide whether I escape or not!” Noelle countered, her eyebrows knitting themselves together. “Good luck does not always favor you, Winter!” Noelle said as she walked past Winter and into the bathroom. As Winter stood at the entrance and watched Noelle walk away from her, the corner of her lips curved up into a long, knowing smile. The fact she had to interact with Winter when all she wanted to do w

The look in Jacob’s eyes darkened as he tightened his grip on his phone. “Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Hoffman. I’ll look into it right away!” Jacob took action quickly and soon learned that Simon was not at home. After double-checking with the hotel employees, he discovered that Simon was, in fact, at the hotel and had met with the Shaw family.The entire York family soon learned of this news, and Norman York even called up Simon himself.When Simon got the call from Norman, he was watching Noelle roll amongst the sheets as she battled the heat building inside her. An odd look appeared in his eyes as he cleared the smoke from the room and destroyed all the surveillance cameras placed within the room.Then, he broke a vase and used one of the shattered pieces to make a cut on Noelle’s arm. He bent down and took a close look at her face. She had skin so pretty that it was practically glowing, and there was not a single blemish on it. He reached a hand out to touch her face as

Charles glanced at Sean before turning back to Ronald. “Tell Lareal to find out whose instructions they were acting on. Feel free to use any unique interrogation methods he has should the need arise.” “Yes, sir.” Ronald nodded, realizing that Charles was truly angered this time.Sean raised an eyebrow. “Where’s Lareal? I’ll go hang out with him!” Charles looked at Ronald, who felt a feeling of helplessness wash over him. However, since it was Sean, there was nothing else Ronald could do other than say, “The usual spot.” The usual spot Ronald was referring to was the underground arena that functioned as Brookville’s largest meeting spot. There were plenty of legends surrounding that place. Not only was it a place where people went to entertain themselves, but it was also a living hell for those who did not know what was best for them. Sean’s gaze instinctively landed on Charles once again. He had not expected Charles to be taking things so seriously this time. He gave Charles a

Noelle felt like she had dreamed a long, long dream. In her dream, Charles held her hand in his as he led her forward. Although she did not know where the destination was, she still walked joyfully alongside him.Charles never let go of her hand and always stayed by her side no matter what happened. Noelle’s dream went on for extremely long. When she finally woke up, she gazed dazedly at the ceiling, seemingly still half-dreaming. The warmth in her palm surprised her slightly, and she turned her head in alarm when a thought struck her. She was met by the sight of a man fast asleep. The familiar-looking face was several times larger than what she usually saw. The man had such good skin that even a woman would be jealous of him, and there were shadows beneath his eyes, framed by a set of long eyelashes. Noelle was stunned as she recalled what had happened in the washroom. She remembered getting knocked out by a man but did not know what had happened after that. Her lips felt sligh

Noelle shook her head, unsure what she should say in response. When she looked up at Charles, she felt that he looked even better than he usually did. She also noticed that he had a perpetual grin on his face. “Are you in a great mood?” Charles raised an eyebrow. “Should I be unhappy instead?” That stumped her, and she did not have an answer for him. She pursed her lips as she pointed at his lips and then at hers. “Did something happen last night that I’m unaware of?” A smile that reached Charles’ dark brown eyes tugged at the corner of his lips. His smile was as warm and beautiful as springtime. Noelle gave an involuntary shudder. Charles’ smile was too beautiful for his own good. “Why are you smiling?”“Did you forget what you did last night, Noelle?” Charles asked, a look of interest settling across his features as he balanced one hand on the dining table and drummed his elegant-looking fingers against the tabletop. The way he looked at her made her feel like there was nowh