All Chapters of The Cherished Wife: Chapter 471 - Chapter 480

Noelle's candidness took Sean aback. "Wow, Noelle. You're really...""What?" Noelle looked up at him, curiosity in her gaze. Sean's eyes sparkled for a moment before he broke into a grin. "Nothing. Just admiring how thoughtful and sensible you are!"Noelle let out a light laugh. "I just didn't want to burden him. He shouldn’t have to deal with this stuff in the first place."Noelle knew all too well the kind of people her family was. If they got their hooks into her relationship with Charles, things would get messy, which was the last thing she wanted.Sean shrugged, letting the subject drop. "So, where do you feel like eating?" With Charles out of the picture, he felt it was his duty to look after Noelle's every need. He could not have Charles coming back to find his girl hungry. That would be tough to explain, especially since he and Peter already felt like they were in Charles's shadow thanks to some old history.Noelle was clueless about the little secrets Sean was keeping to

"No worries, we're the guests here. No need to fuss over us, Noelle!" Peter chimed in as he shrugged off his coat and made a beeline for the kitchen. Noelle parted her lips to protest, but Peter was already on a roll, so she just let him do his thing. She could not help but raise an eyebrow at how effortlessly he moved around. "I was already taken aback when I found out Charles could whip up a meal, but you too?"With a casual nod, Peter replied, "Yeah, I grew up overseas. You end up having to fend for yourself a lot, so you pick things up along the way." He was already rinsing the veggies with practiced ease. Then, he grabbed some mushrooms and added, "Don't you cook too, Noelle? I mean, coming from the high and mighty Shaw family, I kinda pictured you as someone who wouldn't even need to lift a finger."Noelle's eyes flickered with a touch of sadness. "I had to fend for myself too." She cracked a smile. "I've been on my own since I was pretty young, renting my own place and all. In

Noelle was not having it. She shook her head again. "I can't spend my days scared stiff because of them. I bet they won't come after me again anytime soon after this mess.""Don't sweat it, Noelle," Sean reassured her, casually juggling an apple. "Charles put Ronald on the case. They can’t touch you or your job, I promise. Chill out!"Meanwhile, Charles had gotten a call from the Hoffman family estate that he could not ignore, especially since his mom, Clarisse, was on the line. Reluctant or not, he knew he had to make the trip back home.The moment the car pulled up to the grand gates of the Hoffman family estate, the butler was already there, waiting to greet him. He waved someone over to swing the gates open. "Young Master Charles, welcome home!"Charles squinted against the sunlight as he stepped out of the car. "When did my mom come back?""The butler replied, taking my coat. "She flew in this morning." He hesitated before adding, "Ms. Janet is here, too."At the mention of

Janet's face turned pale upon hearing this. She bit her lower lip hard and looked at Charles with pitiful eyes, then turned to Clarisse. "Charles, I know you're in a bad mood. I won't hold it against you."Charles let out a cold snort. He merely glanced at Janet before turning to go upstairs. Seeing Charles go up, James quickly followed. "Mr. Charles, I've prepared the tea. Where would you like it?""Have someone bring it up. I need to speak with Dad and Uncle Henry," Charles said, his cool voice softening slightly.Hearing Charles' conversation with the butler, Clarisse's eyes flashed with sharpness as her fingernails dug into her palm.Janet's face was not any better. She hurried to Clarisse's side and helped her sit down. "Aunt Clary, has Charles... Has he really not forgiven me? But I... Aunt Clary, what should I do?"Clarisse was also in a foul mood. No one would feel good being treated this way by their own son, especially when he showed more respect to a servant than to her

Maxwell's withered eyes were unusually sharp. "Oh? Have you finished your discussion? It's been a while since I've seen you. Why don't you stay for dinner tonight?"Maxwell was no fool. Clarisse had arrived in the morning, and Charles came in the afternoon. Whatever business Charles had with Mateo and Henry could have been resolved at the company. The only explanation was that Clarisse wanted to see Charles.However, years of estrangement could not be thawed in a day. Clarisse had left Brookville and the Hoffman family many years ago, rarely returning.This time around, she even brought Janet back with her. Anyone could see her intentions. It was no wonder why Charles was angry.Charles' brows furrowed slightly, but he did not refuse. "Let me help you downstairs, Grandpa.""Alright," Maxwell agreed.Meanwhile, Clarisse stood at the doorway, watching Charles ignore her existence as he went downstairs with Maxwell. She felt a surge of frustration that she could not express.She