The Cherished Wife

“Of course.” Although unsure of Noelle’s identity, the manager noticed how Charles was so protective of her. Charles had held her hand the entire time, indicating just how important she was.

Hence, the manager led Charles and Noelle into a private room. Charles took off his suit jacket, and Noelle naturally took it and set it aside. She looked at Charles, “I thought you were going to take me over to meet them.”

Charles raised an eyebrow, “Do you want to meet them?”

Noelle pressed her lips together but did not answer. Charles understood. “We won’t meet them today. We’ll wait for another opportunity to meet them formally. Besides, I haven’t even seen Grandpa Sebastian and Grandpa Samuel yet!”

His words carried deeper meaning and elevated Sebastian and Samuel in importance.

Noelle felt touched and nodded. “Next time, then. Today isn’t appropriate anyway.”

Charles ordered a few of Noelle’s favorite dishes and then dismissed the manager. “I thought the same,” he said.

As for Peter and Sean, they happened to meet by chance. Sean had been away for a while and, upon his return, ran into Peter.

Naturally, they gathered to talk about Charles. They mentioned how he had gotten married quietly, likely without the Hoffman family knowing.

Peter’s dark eyes gleamed at this. He tapped his fingers thoughtfully. “I wonder who this woman is. The Hoffman family is… well!”RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Though Peter and Charles were like brothers, Peter did not have a high opinion of the Hoffman family. Remembering a certain woman, Peter’s eyes grew even darker.

Sean, being perceptive, understood Peter was still troubled by past events. “Peter, you can’t blame the whole Hofmman family for what happened. You know you hurt their long–lost daughter, causing her to leave the country. It’s a wonder they haven’t come after you.”

Peter’s eyes grew even more somber. He then looked at Sean. “As if you haven’t hurt anyone yourself.”

Sean’s face paled, and he gripped his glass tightly before loosening his hold. He

smiled bitterly. “We truly share the same fate, both bested by the Hoffman family.”

Peter frowned. “You’ve had too much to drink.”

Sean shook his head. “I wish I could drink more so that I wouldn’t feel so numb.” He downed his last glass and said, “It’s getting late.”

“Yes, it is.” Peter nodded in agreement.

They left the private room and saw a waiter heading toward the Elegant Pavilion. They exchanged glances, and the manager approached Peter and Sean quickly.” Good evening, Mr. Lennon, Mr. Smith.”

“Is Charles here?” Peter narrowed his eyes and glanced toward the Elegant Pavilion, catching a glimpse of a figure’s back.

The manager nodded quickly. “Mr. Hoffman arrived not long ago. Mr. Lennon, would you—”

“Who’s he with?” Peter smiled.

“I don’t know her, but she’s a very beautiful young woman. Mr. Hoffman held her hand the entire time.” The manager carefully chose his words, ensuring accuracy before looking at Peter and Sean. “Mr. Lennon, Mr. Smith, do you want to…”

Peter waved his hand. “Sean and I have other matters to attend to. Oh, send a good bottle of wine to his room and say it’s from me.”

Peter and Sean exchanged a knowing look. Sean raised an eyebrow, his charming eyes filled with amusement. “It’s probably his wife. I told you, you have bad luck. I’ve seen his wife several times, and she’s quite a looker. And look at you, turned away at the first meeting.”