The Cherished Wife

This feeling was strange. Noelle even felt a tremor in her heart. Even though she wanted to push Charles away, when she looked into his deep, dark

Yes, it was as if she was drawn into them. She was gently carried along by the waves of passion.

Her hands clung to his shoulders as she bit down on her lip, her fingers digging into Charles‘ arms. It was only after a long while that she felt it come to an end.

Noelle was breathing heavily, completely exhausted. She lay atop Charles, her eyes half–lidded as she glared at him. However, in Charles‘ eyes, she looked more enchanting than intimidating, rekindling the desire he had just sated.

Noelle looked at him in fear. “No more!” she pleaded.

Charles narrowed his eyes, then pulled Noelle into his embrace. Stroking her hair, he said, “Alright.” Though he still had energy, he had to consider her feelings.

She had only just experienced intimacy for the first time, and he did not want to frighten her. They had plenty of time ahead of them, so there was no rush.

He kissed her forehead and gently tucked her disheveled hair behind her ear. “Tired?”

Noelle nodded. “Rowena lied to me!”

“Hmm?” He raised an eyebrow, surprised that she was thinking about someone else after the moment they had just shared. “What did she lie to you about?”

“She said this would be addictive and very enjoyable.”

“You didn’t enjoy it?” Charles‘ eyebrow arched, his tone lifting slightly. He gently caressed her flushed face with his long fingers as he let out a soft chuckle. “Are you saying I didn’t please you?”

“No, I…“. Noelle stammered, lowering her head in embarrassment. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

She just found it different from what Rowena described. Although Charles had not caused her pain and had indeed captivated her, Rowena had not mentioned the possibility of Charles going at it repeatedly. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Noelle bit her lip, feeling aggrieved. “I don’t know how to explain it. I’m tired. I want to sleep.”

“Good girl, don’t sleep yet.” Charles chuckled when he saw Noelle’s anxious expression, feeling a rush of affection. He pecked her reddened lips. “Get up and take a bath.”

Noelle was indeed feeling uncomfortable. She wrapped her arms around Charles’s neck. “I can’t move. You carry me.”

“Are you sure?” Charles‘ gaze darkened. Before Noelle understood what he meant, Charles scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom.

Afterward, as he stood at the bathroom door and held her waist, Noelle finally realized what Charles had meant by that question.

Noelle gritted her teeth. “Charles, you’re going back on your word!”

Thinking about how Charles had carried her into the bathroom only to envelope her again in the bathtub, Noelle felt that the cold, aloof image of Charles she had in her mind had completely shattered.

Charles raised an eyebrow as he looked at Noelle’s exasperated expression. He gently picked her up and laid her softly on the bed when they were done, kissing her forehead. “Alright, you should sleep now.”

Noelle held onto Charles‘ hand, her eyes fixed on him. “What about you? Aren’t you going to sleep?”

Charles‘ eyes twinkled with a smile. “Yes, I will.”

He moved past her and lay down beside her.

Noelle found this feeling incredibly strange. Originally, she and Charles had no connection, but now, they were together. The man who was rumored to be cold and ruthless was now beside her, giving her endless warmth.

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