The Cherished Wife

Charles took the paper and glanced at it, his brows furrowing together. “Are you sure?”

Sean replied, “Don’t you trust me? I tested it myself. So, you need to be careful, and keep an eye on your

wife.”

“Yes. I understand,” Charles nodded, putting away the test results. “Since you’re here, stay for dinner.”

“Of course.”

The two friends went downstairs together, and they could hear the pleasant laughter of the three women in the living room. Charles‘ lips curled into a warm smile.

Sean glanced at Charles and chuckled. “You’re definitely smitten.” Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Charles shot him a look. “Don’t want dinner anymore?”

Sean shrugged helplessly. “I’m just joking. No need to be so serious!”

Noelle and Rowena were reminiscing about their school days, sharing embarrassing stories from when

were classmates and dorm mates. They knew each other inside out.

“What are you lovely ladies talking about?” Sean walked over, smiling harmlessly.

Noelle stopped laughing and greeted him, “Mr. Smith.”

“No need to be so formal, Noelle. Call me Sean or Seanie,” Sean said, acting very familiar. “And these beautiful ladies are…”

“Oh, let me introduce you. This is Sean, Charles‘ brother from another mother. Sean, these are my best friends, Rowena and Teresa.”

“Hello!” Sean nodded with a harmless smile.

“Hello!” Teresa smiled back.

Rowena suddenly asked, “Is that car outside yours?”

Sean raised an eyebrow and nodded. “Yes, Ms. Rowena. Why?

Rowena gritted her teeth. “So, you were the one who taunted us on the road earlier?”

Sean saw Rowena’s angry expression and realized that he might have indeed taunted them earlier. The car he had seen was one he had lost to Charles in a bet, and he had thought it was Charles driving it

slowly.

So, he overtook it and teased the driver. He had assumed it was Charles and had been puzzled when the car had not caught up. Now, he understood the misunderstanding.

“Did Charles give that car to you, Noelle?” Sean asked Noelle.

Noelle nodded. “Phoenix Tree Residence is quite far from the office, so…”

“I see.” Sean smiled harmlessly again. “That car was one I lost to Charles in a bet. You know as well that Charles doesn’t like that style, so he never drives it. It suits you well.”

With a few words, Sean explained the misunderstanding. He had thought the driver was Charles, which

was why he taunted them.

“Oh, I guess it’s just a misunderstanding.” Noelle smiled. “I’ll go check on Charles in the kitchen. You all sit tight!”

Noelle headed to the kitchen, leaving the others to chat.

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