The Cherished Wife (Noelle and Charles) novel Chapter 881

"Yeah. He was supposed to arrive a few days ago, but there were some issues on his end that delayed him. His flight lands tomorrow. Do you want to go pick him up?" Charles squatted down beside Noelle to help her organize the papers.

Noelle paused for a moment. "Sure, why not? I had someone clean the place where Mr. Click will be staying a few days ago. Since you said he's arriving tomorrow, I should probably have someone clean it again today."

Charles nodded. "I've already arranged for it to be cleaned again."

"Charlie…" Noelle sighed as she patted Charles on the shoulder. "You know, you think of everything and handle it all. What's left for me to do?"

"Silly girl!" Charles could not resist pinching Noelle's nose as she acted all serious. "You're like a little old soul in a young body!"

"Ow, stop pinching my nose! It's going to get deformed!" She added with a playful tone, "Luckily, my nose is natural. If it had been a fake one, it would've collapsed by now! No more pinching my nose from now on!"

Charles chuckled. "How about we eat out tonight?"

"Sounds good!" Noelle agreed, realizing it had been a while since they dined out. "Oh, by the way, how's Aunt Nancy doing?"

She remembered visiting Nancy in the hospital a few days ago. Even though Nancy had tried to hide it, she did not look well. "When is Tania coming back?"

"Soon, I hope," Charles replied, his expression turning serious as he discussed Tania. "Aunt Nancy doesn't have much time left. I don't know if Tania's return can save her again this time. Three years ago, it already took a lot out of her."

"Don't worry, everything will turn out fine," Noelle said, sensing the sadness in Charles' tone. She knew Nancy meant a lot to him. After all, Nancy practically raised Charles, and he likely held her in the highest regard.

"Oh?" Charles raised an eyebrow. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

Noelle giggled in response.

She stepped closer to inspect how Charles looked in the coat, nodding in approval. "Not bad, not bad!"

Charles gently tapped her on the forehead. "You have good taste."

He smiled. After all, she did choose him.