The Cherished Wife

Wife 93

Noelle, believing it was better to avoid making a scene, tugged at Charles’s hand to keep him quiet.” We’re really, really sorry!”

“Look, ma’am, you seem like a sensible person. There’s been no harm done today, so we’ll let it slide this time. However, you and your husband need to watch it from now on. What you do at home is your business, but in public, you’ve got to mind yourselves. Think about it. The mall is huge, with tons of people around. Something could go wrong, you know?”

“Yes, sir. That makes total sense. We’ve got it,” Noelle said, flashing another smile and quickly adding, ” We’re really sorry about this, won’t happen again, promise.”

After her apology, Noelle shot Charles a look that could freeze lava. Noticing Charles’s growing

impatience, she took his hand and gave his palm a secret pinch. “Hey, it’s no biggie, right? We messed up, that’s all. Your turn to say sorry.”

“Me, apologize?” Charles scowled. Noelle’s warning glance, however, told him this was not the time for his antics. For the first time ever, Mr. Hoffman found himself cowed by a woman’s stare and muttered, albeit unwillingly, “Sorry, our bad.”

The security guard was not out to give them a hard time. Seeing their apologies, he was ready to drop it, ” Alright then. I have nothing more to say. You two can…

“Oops, my bad, I’m late!”

Ronald, who had been getting a kick out of the drama from a distance, finally showed up, huffing and puffing as if he had sprinted the whole way. Catching sight of Charles’s thunderous look,

Ronald’s heart; skipped a beat, and he coughed awkwardly. “Mr. Hoffman, I got caught in traffic. Sorry I’m late. About this whole thing…”

“Could you be any later?” Charles scoffed, his icy stare cutting through Ronald like a knife. Ronald, caught off guard, let out a nervous laugh. “Traffic was a nightmare, Mr. Hoffman, I swear!”

Ronald was on the verge of tears, feeling utterly miserable. Then he remembered something that had almost knocked his socks off earlier: he had seen the big boss himself apologizing to some low–level employee.

Knowing when to zip his lips, Ronald tried to salvage the situation. “Mr. Hoffman, why don’t you and Mrs. Hoffman head out? I’ll take care of everything here.”

Charles gave Ronald a look that could freeze lava. With a grunt, however, he grabbed Noelle’s hand.” We’re leaving.” Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Noelle, about to speak, caught Ronald’s desperate eyes and Charles’s thunderous expression. She zipped it and followed Charles out.

Ronald was kicking himself for missing his chance to come in earlier while he was too busy enjoying the show outside.

The security guard, totally lost, looked at the group, especially Ronald. “Sir, this has been settled. You’re not needed here.”

Ronald was speechless.

The guard gave Ronald another once–over. “And who might you be?”

Ronald snorted, “Ever heard of who owns this mall?”

“Sure,” the guard said, looking at Ronald like he was a few cards short of a full deck, “Collosus Group. So what’s up? I’m not here to chit–chat!”

“Alright, I’m not in the mood for small talk either. Did you catch a glimpse of the guy who just left? He’s the boss of Collosus Group. Next time, keep your eyes peeled.”