Wife 98


    ‘Got nothing to do with me? What are they talking about?‘ Noelle had just stepped out of the kitchen


    when she overheard Sean’sment. She stopped in her tracks. The sight of the massive, dark


    silhouette made her hesitate, and she stayed put.


    Arnold noticed Noelle’s reluctance and let out a couple of sad howls, feeling totally rejected. He


    bounded over to her. Noelle, startled, quickly backed into the kitchen. “No, no, stay back!”


    “Arnold!” Charles’s voice was deep and icy, cutting through the air. Arnold froze, his four paws


    halting mid- stride. He turned to Charles with a look that screamed, ‘I’m hurt.‘


    Noelle could not help it. Arnold’s dramatics cracked her up, and she let out augh.


    That was all Arnold needed. He perked up, howled joyfully, and dashed over to Charles, yfully


    tugging at the hem of his suit pants. He howled again, this time with a wag in his tail, as if to say,


    ‘See, she loves


    me!‘


    Charles surveyed the scene–Noelle, Arnold, and Sean–with his piercing gaze, finallynding on


    Sean.” How long?”


    Sean grinned, sensing an opportunity. “Oh, not long at all. Just a week at most!”


    Charles’s expression tightened ever so slightly as he turned to Noelle. “Arnold’s staying. What do


    you


    think?”


    Was he really asking for her opinion?


    Noelle blinked, taken aback. Was Arnold the dog in question?


    Noelle felt a bit awkward, mostly because Arnold had given her quite the scare earlier. She was


    over the initial shock, but she was not sure if she could really handle having Arnold around. Then


    there was Charles. It was his house, after all. Why was she being roped into this?


    Sean gave Noelle those big, puppy–dog eyes. “Come on, you can’t just leave Arnold to fend for


    himself for a whole week, not eating or drinking, can you?”


    Noelle was speechless. Was the situation really that dire? She shot Charles a look, hoping he would


    offer up some wisdom. Charles, clearly annoyed, shot a nce at Sean before finally giving Noelle


    a nod. “He’s got a business trip for a week. If it’s cool with you, we can keep Arnold here. But if


    you’re not down, I’ll kick them out now.”


    Sean was silent. Arnold too. Noelle let out an awkwardugh, looking at the pair of man and dog


    both giving her the most heart–wrenching puppy–dog eyes. “I’m okay with it!” she dered.


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    Sean exhaled in relief. “You’re a lifesaver. Arnold’s a breeze to look after. Just toss him in a corner,


    and if


    he bugs you, just keep him at arm’s length.” Noelle gave a hesitant nod, but then she gasped, “My


    cooking!


    She dashed into the kitchen, leaving Charles and Sean to exchange a knowing look.


    Sean’s lips quirked into a smile. “She’s got it under control!”


    Charles arched an eyebrow and let out a cold huff, “She’s good!” He pressed his lips together,


    giving Sean a look as if he had just bitten into a lemon, “Since we’re done here, how about you get


    out of here?”


    “Get out?” Sean blinked, then shed an innocent grin, No way. I didn’te all this way just to


    leave early. It’s just about dinner time, and I’m still dreaming of thest meal Noelle made us. It was


    out of this


    1/2


    +15 BONUS


    world!”


    “Sean, are looking for a sparring session?” Charles’s eyes narrowed, his handsing together


    with a crackle that suggested trouble.


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