The Cherished Wife

Wife 45

Sean sauntered over and gave the woman a once–over. “She’s been drugged with something strong. How Tong has she been holding out? If she’s your girl, why didn’t you just deal with it? Why drag me into this?” He chuckled, taking in her good looks.

As he stared longer, something clicked. A shadow of recognition flickered in his eyes. “Wait, isn’t she from the Shaw family?”

Charles quirked an eyebrow. “You know her?”

“Don’t get it twisted. I don’t know her!” Sean was quick to catch the hint in Charles’s tone and shot back, I’ve only had the pleasure of seeing her once, nothing more. I’m curious. How did you get tangled up with the Shaws? I heard that Joseph’s kid has some ties with them too.”

“Mhm,” Charles nodded, confirming the connection.

Sean rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “So, what’s the plan?

“You’re the doctor, so you tell me,” Charles retorted sharply. “What else would I call you for?”

“No way, Charles. A knockout like her, and you’re just standing there? That’s not your style,” Sean teased.” Imight just tell Peter… Look, I may be a doctor, but this isn’t my specialty. You didn’t fill me in earlier. I’ve just stepped away from surgery. I don’t have a magic cure on me!”

Sean’s face was the picture of despair. “You already know what’s going to cure her, so why in the world do you need me?”

Charles’s lips thinned, and his expression turned stormy and a tad intimidating.

Sean’s eyes lit up with realization. “Don’t tell me you haven’t charmed her yet!”

“Quit the chatter. Are we doing this or what?” Charles shot a glance at the restless figure on the bed.” You’re starting to sound like a quack!”

“Look, Charles, you’re the one begging for my help… Fine, we’ve got no other choice. We need to cool her down with ice. Ronald, go grab some. Just a heads up, she’s going to have a fever tomorrow, I’ll write you. a prescription, and you’ll be on nurse duty tonight.”

With Sean’s Instructions clear, Charles turned to Ronald, who was already at the door. He nodded. “Ice coming right up!”

Since Noelle was under the influence of a particular drug, they could not just hand her off to anyone. There were no servants at Phoenix Tree Residence, just the three guys, Charles sent Ronald and Sean out of the room.

Charles filled the tub with water, dumped in the ice, and gently placed Noelle inside. The cold hit her like a wave, and Noelle almost instantly tried to escape the tub, clutching desperately at Charles’s arms, tears falling freely. “You’re so mean! It’s so cold! You’re evil!”

Charles’s deep–set eyes softened as he patted her forehead, whispering soothingly. “Stay still. Just soak in it for a bit, okay?”

“You have to stay with me!” Noelle’s lips quivered in a pout. “I don’t want to be alone. It’s too cold!”

Sean led Ronald into the living room with a big smile. Ronald’s whole body jolted as he caught Sean’s eye,

his own eyes wide with dread. “Mr. Smith, staring me down won’t do you any good. I’m clueless, totally clueless!”

The Four Young Masters of Brookville were a legendary bunch, each with their own flairs. Sean might not have been a businessman, but in Brookville, his word was law. The town’s biggest projects were all tied up in Sean’s ventures.

Ronald had been Charles‘ right–hand man for ages. That did not stop him from doing Sean’s bidding every now and then, though. He would not claim to have Sean all figured out, but he knew a thing or two.

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