The Cherished Wife

Wife 129

Noelle shook her head. “I’m alright.”

Charles looked at Noelle’s feet, and a solemn look appeared in his eyes when he saw the high heels she was wearing. “Let’s go!” NôvelDrama.Org content.

“Where are we going?”

Charles answered, “To get you some shoes! You have to speak up when you aren’t feeling well in the future, alright?”

Noelle was stunned, and she blinked before saying, “It’s alright, I’m alright. I’ve got a lot of

shoes at home. No need to buy any more!”

She thought Charles was overreacting, but he did not give her any chance to object to his decision before he took her to the area of the shopping mall dedicated to selling shoes and

into one of the shops.

When the attendant caught sight of Charles and the expensive–looking suit he was wearing, she could not help but affix her gaze onto him. However, she hurriedly averted her gaze when Charles swept his stem gaze across her.

Noelle pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows slightly. “See? She doesn’t know who you are, but your presence is already remarkable!”

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when you praise me!” Charles accepted the compliment and lightly stroked Noelle’s cheek. “Alright, go on and pick out a pair of comfortable shoes. No need to torture yourself when you spend time with me in the future.

He then returned his gaze to Noelle’s feet. “Otherwise, you’ll be the only one feeling horrible.”

Noelle pursed her lips. She had a couple of expressions that she always made whenever she was feeling unhappy, and as they spent more time together, Charles naturally got used to seeing them as they appeared more and more frequently.

He reached a hand out to ruffle Noelle’s hair. “Alright, go on!”

Noelle batted Charles‘ hand away. “Don’t ruffle my hair. I feel like some pet!” Noelle was not pleased with what had just happened, but she still went to look at the shoes.

It was good that Charles was willing to be chivalrous toward her, and her feet did hurt from wearing high heels all day. She had been wearing these shoes for so long that her toes and heels were starting to hurt. “Why don’t you take a seat?”

“Alright. Upon hearing that suggestion, Charles found himself an available seat and reached out to grab himself a magazine.

Noelle marveled at Charles‘ ability to always remain calm no matter what situation he was in

and act as composed and elegant no matter where he went. It was truly a skill hard to come

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Noelle shook her head slightly and began carefully perusing the selection of shoes.

The employees worked full–time to serve luxury retail customers and naturally knew how to deal with wealthy customers like Charles. Though they had no idea who he was, they could tell from the fact that his clothes fit well and that there were no obvious logos on them that they were custom– made.

Thus, they concluded that Charles was extremely wealthy. Meanwhile, he had been holding the hand belonging to the woman who walked in with him just now. Given that level of intimacy, the sales attendant who saw them first decided it would be wise to pay her more attention.

“Hello, miss. Is there a particular style you’re looking for? We’ve got some designs that were just imported from Italy a couple of days ago, and I think they’re a perfect match for your style.”

Noelle looked up when she heard that and watched as the attendant pointed at the centerpiece display. “You’re so elegant. I’m sure you’ll be able to pull off these shoes!” Noelle’s eyebrows raised slightly as her attention was fully taken by those shoes.

It was a pair of bright red high heels with a unique design at the ankle. The shoes were extremely beautiful, and one could tell at a glance that they were the works of a master.

The shoes were so beautiful that anyone who looked at them would feel the urge to buy them on the spot. Noelle subconsciously walked toward those shoes and continued gazing at them. After all, women loved to dress up, and they loved wearing high heels. Noelle was no different from these women and naturally wanted to own beautiful things as well. Her gaze remained on the shoes for so long that the sales attendant could tell how much she liked them. [1]

She added, “You’ve got wonderful taste, miss. These are the works of a well–known Italian designer…”

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