The Cherished Wife novel Chapter 811

Charles nodded in response. "Why? Don't you like having them around?"

Noelle shook her head. "It's not that. I just haven't spotted them yet."

"They're good at staying out of sight. I can call them off in a little while if you're not into it, but they’ll stay for now. I'm not taking any chances with your safety."

Noelle's laughter rang out as she playfully gripped Charles's hand, and they left The Majestic Lounge behind. Once they were settled in the car, she teased, "I get it. You're just looking out for me. Having someone tag along makes you worry less, right?"

"It sure does!"

The group made their way to Bamboo Grove House, where Sean had reserved the grandest room there. The manager, spotting the arrival of such VIPs, hurried over to greet them. It was not every day that Bamboo Grove House hosted such an elite crowd, and the manager was determined to make a good impression.

Ronald had taken care of the menu, and the feast began as soon as everyone was seated. Charles and Noelle were fashionably late.

Sean could not resist a playful jab. "Charles, you'd just wither away without constant affection, huh?"

Charles gave a sly grin in response. "Absolutely!"

Sean was momentarily speechless.

Changing the subject, he said, "Seriously, Noelle, your friends sure can hold their own!" He launched into the tale of their earlier adventure at the mall.

Sean's recount was so animated and dramatic that it was hard not to chuckle. If Noelle did not know better, she would think Sean had missed his calling as a storyteller.

Finishing his tale with a couple of impressed clicks of the tongue, Sean quipped, "With your gift of gab, Ms. Scott, have ever thought about becoming a lawyer?"

Charles responded with his usual calm composure, "Alright, just one more. This is the last one, I promise!"

Soon enough, the whole group realized that Noelle had practically devoured an entire plate of shrimp by herself, leaving Charles with a veritable mountain of shrimp shells in front of him.

The scene was an extreme display of public affection—enough to make any single person scream in protest!

In the midst of the meal, a knock at the door interrupted them, and the manager quickly stepped inside. He approached Charles with a bow. "Mr. Hoffman, someone's here to see you."

Charles squinted. "Who is it?"

"They said their last name is Baker. They said you'd know who they were just by the surname," the manager replied, eyeing Charles with caution.