The Cherished Wife

Wife 90

It took Noelle a while to catch the hidden meaning in Charles’s words. By the time she pieced it together, the moment had slipped away, and she could not find a decent excuse to circle back to that conversation. They walked into the mall and made a beeline for the fresh produce. Noelle usually cooked at home. She rarely went to the mall for groceries, usually sticking to the local market. However, with her job eating up her time, her pots and pans were gathering dust. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Charles was in his element, unlike Noelle. Following him through the aisles, Noelle felt that familiar tug of something more than admiration for this guy.

She could not put her finger on it, but Charles was not like any rich kid she had ever met. He had this air of elegance and a cool charm but with a sly twist. He had the polish of the well–off without the usual arrogance.

Noelle was at a loss for words. However, if anything, Charles was one of a kind.

Charles, leading the way with the shopping cart, noticed Noelle had stopped dead in her tracks. He paused, turned back, and caught her gaze.

With a quirked eyebrow and a rhythmic tap of his fingers on the cart handle, he asked, “What’s up?”

Noelle blinked, snapped out of her daze, and gave a small shake of her head, “Oh, it’s nothing. Just trying to decide what veggies to go for.”

“You had a plan, right?” Charles’s voice was light with a tease. “Or are you thinking that we need more? Or maybe you’re in the mood for something totally different?”

“Ah? No way!” Noelle’s cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and surprise, like she had been busted. She quickly tried to cover it up. “I was just trying to figure out which veggies I’m in the mood for.”

“Oh?” Charles drew out the word, a playful grin spreading across his face. “So, what’s on your mind?”

Noelle nibbled on her lip and shook her head, her eyes darting away. “Nothing!”

“Don’t worry about it. We will think of something as we go.” Charles gestured with a casual flick of his finger toward the path ahead. “Come on, let’s check out the fish first.”

Charles really knew how to handle the day–to–day stuff. Noelle trailed behind him, watching as he confidently picked out the best ingredients.

Charles always seemed to put his heart into everything he did. Noelle watched him and thought aloud, ” You know, you could totally take over cooking duties forever!”

Charles turned to her with a warm, inviting smile. “If you’re cool with that, I’d be happy to!”

“By the way, about your nickname…” Charles tapped his fingers thoughtfully, then paused. “I haven’t come up with one yet.”

“Just call me Nelly,” she blurted out. “My grandpa used to call me Nelly when I was little. There was a celebrity he liked with the same name who was also born on April 5th, my birthday.”

“Nelly?” Charles raised an eyebrow, the name catching him off guard. It sounded so informal, but then again, it was unique, and it was hers. He nodded, accepting the quirky nickname. “Alright, Nelly it is!”

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Noelle’s cheeks were tinged with a soft blush that made her irresistibly charming. Charles couldn’t help but feel his spirits lift. “Come on, Nelly, let’s hit the road!”

Noelle paused, thrown off by the nickname that had come out of nowhere. She was fine with it, though. They picked out ingredients, stocking up not just for today but for the next few days as well. Charles, though, was not too keen on overbuying. “If we keep them too long, they’ll lose their freshness.”

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