The Cherished Wife

“Is that the right thing to say?” Peter sneered, “Sean, you weren’t the studious type in school, were you?” Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Peter finished speaking and walked away directly. Sean raised an eyebrow. “I wonder, Peter, are you jealous? Are you?”

On Charles‘ end, when he heard the manager say that Peter had sent over a bottle of wine, he raised an eyebrow. “They left?”

“Yes, they just left. Mr. Lennon said he had something else to attend to.” The manager glanced at Noelle again, still unable to believe what Sean had said. This woman was actually Charles‘ wife?

When Noelle heard that Peter had sent over the wine but left, she had a good impression of Peter. She thought he was a person who knew how to carry himself.

However, Charles‘ dark eyes showed a flash of light as he sharply glanced at the manager, who immediately withdrew his gaze and awkwardly left the room.

“Your friend seems quite decent!”

“Decent?” Charles raised an eyebrow. “Naturally, he is decent.” Such good wine, and he was willing to part with it. However, Charles knew that Peter was…

Charles tapped the table with his long fingers. “Let’s eat. I’ll take you to meet them next time!”

“Okay!” Noelle lowered her head and looked at the dishes on the table, which looked quite appetizing.

She had never been to Bamboo Grove House before, but when she worked at Frotconn, her colleagues often mentioned this place. They said that Brookville had a few mysteries.

One was who the boss of The Majestic Lounge was, and the other was who the owner of Bamboo Grove House was.

Although Bamboo Grove House was just a dining place, not everyone could enter. Even if you had money, it still did not guarantee you could get in.

Seeing how the manager treated Charles this time, Noelle had some guesses.

“What are you thinking about?” Charles placed some food on Noelle’s plate and noticed she seemed lost in thought. “You’re not even focused while eating.”

Noelle snapped out of it and smiled at Charles. “Nothing. I was just thinking about who the owner of Bamboo Grove House is, and judging by the manager’s attitude toward you…”

“You think I’m the owner of Bamboo Grove House?” Charles chuckled and placed some more food on Noelle’s plate. “It’s not me,”

Noelle raised an eyebrow. “Then who is it?”

“I’ll introduce you another day!” Charles smiled. Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Charles raised an eyebrow. “Come in!”

Noelle was startled when she saw Ronald entering with lan Quinn from Curio Corner, “Mr. Hoffman, Madam!”

Compared to Noelle’s surprise, Charles was much calmer. He glanced at Ronald, “Did you bring the item?”

“Yes, Mr. Hoffman. I brought everything you asked for.” lan carried with him a long wooden box.

He walked over and handed it to Charles, “This just arrived a few days ago, a painting from the Tangorian Empire. It has some flaws. Originally, I planned to have it restored before giving it to you, Mr. Hoffman. But Mr. Wells said you needed it now, so…”

Charles raised his hand. “Yes, this is perfect. Leave it here!”

Noelle was shocked and then came to her senses. “Is this for my grandfather?”