The Cherished Wife

Wife 41

“That little troublemaker could…” Jade started to say before she caught a stern look from Julian and quickly backpedaled, “Where could she have gone? She’s probably off messing around somewhere!”

Jade grumbled, though she could not shake off her concern as she glanced around. “Did you guys check the whole room? Since it’s Noelle’s room, maybe she’s hiding in here. Keep looking!”

Jade, determined, flung open the wardrobe. However, I was empty.

In the bathroom, the pair were as silent as graves, barely breathing. Noelle, in particular, was like a coiled spring, her hands gripping Charles tightly. She bit down hard, fighting to keep the turmoil inside her at bay. The drug’s grip p proved too strong, and soon Noelle was struggling, her body burning up with heat. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Charles knew exactly what was happening to Noelle. After all, he was a guy who understood the powerful effects of the drug coursing through her. He gripped her shoulders firmly, trying to snap her back to reality. Noelle, struggling to cope, clenched her eyes shut and bit her lip hard. “Charles, it aches.”

“Shh!” Charles’s brow furrowed as he heard Noelle’s involuntary whimper and quickly covered her mouth. Her eyes, heavy with a sultry haze, made him swallow hard, his throat bobbing with tension.

“Did you hear that?”

Xavier thought he had caught a sound in the room, but it was so faint he could not be sure.

Charles’s face hardened as he watched Noelle, now barely lucid, rubbing against him in a frenzy. A shadow flickered in his eyes as he took her hand firmly, “Hang in there. Be strong!”

“I can’t stand it. It’s too much!” Noelle cried out. She was beyond caring about anything else. Her entire body felt like it was ablaze. The familiar and comforting scent of the man before her enveloped her. She adored that clean, sharp fragrance, and she could not bring herself to pull away.

Outside the bathroom, Xavier and Julian shared a look before focusing on the closed door. Xavier’s frown deepened as he reached for the doorknob and swung the door open.

To his disappointment, the bathroom was empty. It was too small to hide anyone.

“What’s going on?”

Julian peered into the restroom, his eyes darting around for any sign of her, but it was like she had vanished into thin air. He could not shake the feeling of defeat as he scanned the room again, hoping he had missed something.

“Noelle’s not here!” Xavier blurted out, a weird mix of confusion and relief washing over him. He could not shake off the words Winter had thrown at him earlier. His emotions were all over the place, boiling up inside him. He just could not buy that Noelle was the person Winter made her out to be. That was why he had tagged along to see for himself. Seeing Simon in Noelle’s room had sparked a storm of anger in him, so he was actually glad she was not there now.

Winter was not about to give up so easily. She had been banking on this chance to confront Noelle, and now it was slipping through her fingers.

“So, Noelle’s really gone, huh?” Winter said, tugging Xavier’s hand. “Where do you think she could be?”

“We’ve gotta keep looking!”

Out on the restroom balcony, Charles was demonstrating his strength and tenderness, one hand gripping the railing and the other wrapped around Noelle’s waist. Noelle herself was barely present. Her mind was foggy, both of them were teetering on the edge. It would have been a heart–stopping sight to anyone looking up.