The Cherished Wife



Hearing Tania's words, it was clear that she was protecting Trevon. Since Tania had spoken so highly of him, Henry and Nancy did not say much more especially with Brandon there.

Regardless of who Brandon's father was, the child was undeniably charming, and both Henry and Nancy were quite fond of him.

They spent some more time talking at the hospital, but Nancy, feeling concerned about Tania having just returned, worried that she might be tired. Hence, she asked Noelle to take Tania home.

On the way back, Noelle called Charles. He had just finished his work and said he would be heading home shortly. He asked what Noelle wanted for dinner, so Noelle glanced over at Tania and asked, "Ms. Tania, do you have any dietary restrictions?"

"I'm not picky," Tania replied, shaking her head. "Is that Charles?"

"Yeah, Charlie's almost done with work. He said he'll cook dinner when he gets home," Noelle explained.

"Charles can cook?" Tania asked, somewhat surprised. She then continued, "By the way, since you've married Charles... How are the Hoffmans taking it?"

Noelle's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, but she still managed to smile. "Yeah, they know."

Tania nodded in understanding, though she could sense there was more to the story. However, from how her parents treated Noelle, it seemed they liked her. "Thank you for taking care of my parents over the past six months."

"It's what I should do. Uncle Henry and Aunt Nancy are really good people," Noelle replied, then remembered Charles was still on the phone.

"Charlie, Ms. Tania says she's not picky, so just get whatever you think is best. Oh, and don't forget to get some snacks for Brandon... I mean, Ms. Tania's son."

After hanging up, Noelle glanced at Tania.

Tania really did resemble Nancy in

many ways, though Nancy was

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more of the gentle type whereas Tania seemed to have a fiery spirit, especially when dealing with Peter. Noelle could sense the strong emotions Tania had toward him.

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"Noelle, you don't need to be so formal. You can call me Tania like Charles does," Tania said with a smile, studying Noelle closely. "You seem younger than me. Charles..." He sure knew how to choose them.

Noelle blushed slightly but did not respond.

They soon arrived at Phoenix Tree Residence. Noelle opened the car door.

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Brandon, who had already taken a nap, was now full of energy. He was bouncing around while holding Tania's hand. He was completely recharged. "Mommy, is this Uncle's house? It's so beautiful!"

"Do you like it, Brandon?" Noelle asked, locking the car before walking over to pat his head, her gaze soft and affectionate.

"I love it, Aunt Noelle," Brandon said enthusiastically.

"Good boy!" Noelle playfully tapped Brandon's nose. "Come on, let me take you inside!"

Noelle unlocked the door and handed Tania a pair of slippers. "Tania, wear these. Aunt Nancy used them when she visited."

"My mom's been here?" Tania asked, a bit surprised.

There had always been rumors that no one ever visited Charles' place, especially women. Even when Tania lived in the Hoffman residence, she had never set foot in Phoenix Tree Residence.

"Yeah, Aunt Nancy has visited a few times. Is that strange?" Noelle laughed as she changed into her own slippers. However, she then looked at Brandon and was unsure what to do.

"Brandon... Well, let's just forget about the slippers for now. Tomorrow, I'll get you your own pair," she said before picking him up. "Brandon, you're just too adorable!"noveldrama