Wife 72


    Charles led Noelle to his home, the Phoenix Tree Residence.


    Noelle had visited this ce before, so it was not entirely new to her. Nevertheless, as they pulled


    into the driveway, she could not resist taking in her surroundings with wide eyes.


    She remembered hearing ages ago how the prices in this neighborhood had shot through the roof,


    and someer went all out and bought a huge chunk of it. Back then, Noelle had been in awe,


    wondering who could afford such a splurge–it turned out to be Charles.


    After Charles had parked in the garage, Noelle stepped out and was immediately struck by the


    sight.” Wow! Look at all these cars!” It was like stepping into an auto show.


    Charles caught herment and paused, a grin spreading across his face, “You’ve got a driver’s


    license, right?”


    She nodded. “Got it back in college with some friends!” It had been more of a spur–of–the–moment


    thing. Although she had her license, she hardly ever got behind the wheel.


    Ever since she graduated and started job hunting, the Shaw family had not given her cash for a car,


    and her savings were nowhere near enough to buy one herself, so Noelle never got around to it.


    Charles gestured nonchntly toward a Ferrari tucked in the corner. “I won that beautyst year in


    a bet with Sean. I hardly ever drive it, so feel free to take it for a spin!”


    Noelle blinked at the shiny red Ferrari and then shook her head. “That’s okay, really. I can just grab


    a cab!”


    “It’s just a car, and it’s just gathering dust here,” Charles said casually, pulling her luggage from the


    trunk, Plus, this ce is pretty out of the way. You’d have to trek miles to find a bus stop, and


    getting to work would be a hassle.”


    Charlesid down the facts: his ce was tucked away from the world. It was chosen for its solitude


    and the absence of any interruptions. He was not one for the hustle and bustle, which exined the


    lack of staff around the house. Everything that needed doing, he did himself. “I don’t keep any staff


    around. They onlye by to clean on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, so I’m on my own


    when ites to meals.”


    Noelle helped with the luggage. Upon hearing Charles’s words, she let out a relieved chuckle. “No


    worries. I can handle the cooking, though I’m not exactly a chef. You just tried my food.” She


    grinned, giving her head a self–conscious scratch. “I’m not too keen on having strangers around


    either.”


    “In the house?”


    Charles’s smile broadened, pleased with how Noelle had phrased it. “Looks like we’re on the same


    page.”


    “Huh?” Noelle gave him a puzzled look. “On the same page about what?”


    Charles just shook his head, a hint of mischief in his smile. “Never mind. Let’s head out!”


    He programmed Noelle’s fingerprint into the front door lock. “Now you’ll have no trouble getting in


    and out. The passcode’s my birthday.”


    Noelle pulled back her hand, nced at her fingertips, and nodded. “Got it, thanks!” A momentter,


    curiosity got the better of her. “Wait, when’s your birthday?”


    Charles turned with a yful squint, his gaze lingering on Noelle. He teased her with a lifted tone,


    “You


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    Caught off guard, Noelle’s eyes widened as she gazed at Charles, her heart skipping beats in a wild


    rhythm, especially when he drew out thatst word. It sent a shiver through her. “How could I? You


    haven’t told me yet.”


    Darkness flickered in Charles’s deep ck eyes, a hint of danger in his gaze. Noelle licked her


    lips subconsciously. “Maybe you could just tell me?”


    “April 5th!”


    “Huh?” Noelle blinked in surprise. “That’s my birthday.” She was momentarily lost in thought, and


    then it clicked. “How do you know my birthday? Is it the same day as yours?”


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