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&quot;Xavier, you’d better get this straight: it&#039;s me who&#039;s dumping you, not the other way round.&quot; It took all her willpower not to lash out at the cheating couple. <br /> &quot;I hope you two have a long, &#039;happy&#039; life together,&quot; she spat.<br /> Her boyfriend of three years, the one she had been with through thick and thin, was now engaged to her elder sister.<br /> &quot;It doesn&#039;t matter who I am. What matters is that I’m here to help.&quot; Charles tapped his cufflink, his gaze steady and serene as he watched Noelle.<br /> He was her guardian angel in her darkest hour. &quot;Marry me. I&#039;ll bring you unimaginable happiness!&quot;<br /> ————————<br /> <br /> Autumn had painted Brookville in shades of gold and crimson when Noelle Shaw stepped off the plane. She grabbed her suitcase and walked out into the crisp air, a familiar sense of home wrapping around her.<br /> A whole year had passed since she left to pursue a corporate training program overseas, and now, she was back just in time.<br /> Her third anniversary with her boyfriend Xavier Harris was just days away, and she had been working nonstop to make it back early enough to surprise him.<br /> She hailed a cab and headed straight for Xavier&#039;s office. The moment she walked through the front doors, Alice, the receptionist, gave her a look of total shock. &quot;Ms. Shaw? You’re back? Are you here for the CEO&#039;s engagement party?&quot;<br /> Noelle&#039;s brow creased in confusion. &quot;The CEO&#039;s engagement party? What are you talking about, Alice?&quot;<br /> &quot;It&#039;s Mr. Harris&#039;s engagement party with your sister!&quot;<br /> &quot;What?&quot; Noelle&#039;s heart skipped a beat, and the happiness drained from her face. &quot;Whose engagement party?&quot;<br /> Alice seemed to realize she had dropped a bombshell and nervously swallowed. &quot;The CEO... and your sister...&quot;<br /> &quot;Where is it happening?&quot;<br /> &quot;The... Golden Oasis Hotel.&quot;<br /> It felt like a punch to the gut. Noelle spun on her heel and rushed out. &quot;Driver, take me to the Golden Oasis Hotel, please.&quot;<br /> She had not even made it inside the hotel when she saw a huge photo by the entrance. There Xavier was with his arm around Winter Shaw, who looked stunning in her elegant dress. They were gazing into each other&#039;s eyes, lost in a world of love.<br /> On her way over, Noelle was psyching herself up. Xavier was her boyfriend. He was hers! The idea of him getting engaged to her sister was just too bizarre. As she arrived, however, reality hit her like a ton of bricks.<br /> She walked in just in time to catch Xavier whispering sweet nothings into Winter&#039;s ear, making her cheeks turn a rosy pink.<br /> Noelle felt a surge of anger, her eyes blazing with fury.<br /> How ludicrous it was. Her boyfriend of three years, the one she had been with through thick and thin, was now cozying up to her elder sister while she had been miles away.<br /> Winter Shaw was mingling and toasting with the guests arm in arm with Xavier when she spotted Noelle. Her face drained of color, and her grip on Xavier&#039;s hand tightened without her even realizing it.<br /> Xavier&#039;s eyes met Noelle&#039;s. He paused for a split second, then flashed Winter a comforting smile before walking over to Noelle. &quot;Hey Noelle, did you come to celebrate me and your sister&#039;s big day?&quot;<br /> His voice, which was usually so warm and gentle, felt like a knife twisting in her heart. Noelle clenched her jaw. &quot;Celebrate? Celebrate you stabbing me in the back? And Winter, really? Are you that desperate for a man? You knew he was mine, and you... you both...&quot;<br /> Before she could finish, a slap snapped her head to the side, leaving her cheek throbbing.<br /> Holding her face, tears brimming in her eyes, she looked up in disbelief. &quot;Mom!&quot;<br /> &quot;Don&#039;t you dare call me &#039;mom&#039; right now! What kind of daughter or sister acts the way you&#039;re acting? It&#039;s your sister&#039;s engagement, and you can&#039;t even be happy for her? Instead, you show up here to make a scene. You&#039;re doing this on purpose, aren&#039;t you?&quot; Jade Jones was fuming, her eyes shooting daggers at Noelle.<br /> Noelle&#039;s heart clenched. &quot;Mom, what are you even saying? Xavier&#039;s my boyfriend.&quot;<br /> &quot;Your boyfriend? Xavier is your sister&#039;s husband. Why do you have to challenge your sister for everything? I’m so disappointed in you.&quot;<br /> Noelle could not help but laugh. She stared at her mother, Jade, who had the nerve to twist the truth so blatantly. She turned to Xavier. &quot;Xavier, come on. Tell us who you&#039;re really dating.&quot;<br /> His brow creased, his gaze on Noelle filled with uncertainty. The firm grip he felt, however, brought him back to the moment. &quot;Noelle, I&#039;m sorry, but there&#039;s only ever been one person for me, and that&#039;s your sister.&quot;<br /> Noelle&#039;s heart felt like it was being sliced open as she listened to Xavier&#039;s emotionless confession.<br /> What a joke! What bitter irony!<br /> &quot;Xavier, you’d better get this straight: it&#039;s me who&#039;s dumping you, not the other way round.&quot; It took all her willpower not to lash out at the cheating couple. &quot;I hope you two have a long, &#039;happy&#039; life together,&quot; she spat.<br /> <br /> Noelle bolted from the hotel, her previously defiant face now streaked with tears.<br /> Out of nowhere, a black Cayenne screeched to a halt, its tires screaming against the pavement. Caught off guard, she tumbled to the ground.<br /> The driver gulped, his eyes darting to the man in the back seat, &quot;Sir... Sir?&quot;<br /> The man in the back, unfazed by the nearby accident, merely glanced at the passenger seat beside him. &quot;Ronald, go see what happened.&quot;<br /> &quot;Right away, sir.&quot; Ronald was out of the car in a flash, checking the front for any damage.<br /> About six feet ahead of the car, a woman sat on the ground with her eyes wide open, looking totally freaked out. Her cheeks were streaked with tears, and she had obviously been crying. &quot;Miss? Are you okay? Do you need a ride to the hospital?&quot;<br /> Noelle was scared out of her wits. She just gazed at Ronald, lost in shock, until she finally managed to pull herself together and stand up. Without a word, she tried to sidestep him, eager to get away.<br /> Ronald was puzzled by her reaction. &quot;Are you sure you&#039;re alright? Do you need any...&quot;<br /> &quot;I... I&#039;m fine, really, I&#039;m okay.&quot; Noelle&#039;s eyes darted to the black Cayenne. She could not shake off the feeling that someone was watching her, and it sent shivers down her spine. She scowled, hating the feeling, and hobbled away as fast as she could.<br /> Ronald watched her go, confused. He wanted to stop her, but she was dodging him like he was bad news, leaving him speechless.<br /> Back in the car, Ronald noticed the man in the backseat craning his neck to watch the woman through the window. &quot;Sir, we&#039;re at the hotel. Do you want to head straight in, or would you like to get out here?&quot;<br /> The man, Charles Hoffman, did not say a word, and Ronald did not dare to make a move.<br /> Watching the petite figure disappear into the distance, Charles let out a slight smirk and tapped his finger against his knee in a steady beat. &quot;Let&#039;s head back!&quot;<br /> Ronald was taken aback. &quot;But sir, isn&#039;t today...&quot;<br /> Before he could finish, Charles cut him off with a piercing look. &quot;The show&#039;s over. There&#039;s nothing left to see,&quot; Charles said, his words heavy with implication. &quot;Ronald, you seem to be losing your touch.&quot;<br /> The Majestic Lounge was Brookville&#039;s hotspot, its lights blazing and music pumping every night. Noelle&#039;s friend, Rowena Smith, always said it was the prime spot for a wild time after dark.<br /> Noelle was not one for these scenes, but tonight, she was hunched over the bar, downing drinks as if there was no tomorrow. She peered at the sea of unfamiliar faces swirling around her through half-closed eyes.<br /> &quot;Hey there. Did you come here alone?&quot;<br /> A hand clamped onto Noelle&#039;s shoulder, the stranger&#039;s touch lingering a bit too long. Noelle jerked away, revulsion coursing through her. &quot;Back off.&quot;<br /> The guy shot a knowing look at his buddy and smirked at Noelle. &quot;Feisty, aren&#039;t you? Back off? Ladies like you just play hard to get, secretly hoping for some attention.&quot;<br /> He moved in as if to plant a buss on her, but Noelle shoved him back and stood up, her stance unsteady and her heart racing. She shook her head, trying to clear the fog. &quot;I said back off! Is that so hard to understand?&quot;<br /> She stumbled, nearly toppling over, but the man caught her, his arm snaking around her waist. &quot;See, you’re saying no, but your body&#039;s telling a different story.&quot;<br /> <br /> Trapped in the man&#039;s grip, Noelle struggled to break free, her body refusing to cooperate. Her vision was blurry as she glared at him. &quot;What are you trying to do?&quot;<br /> &quot;Just having a bit of fun...&quot; He chuckled, his voice dripping with sleaze as he steadied her. &quot;Let&#039;s go somewhere more entertaining, shall we?&quot;<br /> Noelle might have been out of it, but she could still sense the danger in the man&#039;s tone. However, her whole body ached, and she knew she was no match for them. She scanned the area for anyone who could help her, but she was invisible to the passersby.<br /> She spotted a figure approaching through her haze. Acting instinctively, she shoved the two men aside and bolted, slamming right into the newcomer. &quot;Save me!&quot; she gasped.<br /> Her fingers dug into the fabric of the man&#039;s shirt, and she inhaled a sharp, clean scent. &quot;Please, save me,&quot; she pleaded.<br /> Charles squinted, taking in the woman who had just collided with him. There was a flicker of something sharp in his gaze.<br /> Noelle did not let go, pressing herself against him. Her lips, tainted with the strong smell of booze, were inches from his face, and her cheeks were unnaturally rosy.<br /> &quot;Sir...&quot; Ronald, who was standing a few steps back, watched in disbelief. She had the nerve to approach Charles, yet he was not pushing her away?<br /> Charles shot a cold look at the two men harassing Noelle. &quot;Time to leave, don&#039;t you think?&quot;<br /> &quot;You… Who do you think you are? Do you even know who I am? I had my eye on that girl,&quot; one of the men blurted out.<br /> Charles smirked and let out a soft laugh. &quot;You laid a hand on her? Which hand was it? Show me!&quot;<br /> The courage of the other man drained away when he met Charles&#039;s icy stare. &quot;Uh... Mr. Hoffman, we didn&#039;t realize who you were. We... we haven&#039;t touched her, not at all,&quot; he stammered, realizing they were in deep trouble.<br /> &quot;Ronald,&quot; Charles shot him a look before scooping Noelle into his arms like she was the heroine in some epic romance, “give these guys a lesson they won&#039;t forget. Make it clear that The Majestic Lounge isn&#039;t for scum like them.&quot;<br /> With Noelle in his arms, Charles spun on his heel and left. Ronald gave a curt nod. &quot;Understood.&quot; A sly grin spread across his face as he faced the two troublemakers. &quot;So, which one of you was it that touched the lady?&quot;<br /> The two guys exchanged panicked glances, too scared to utter a word. Ronald let out a mocking scoff. &quot;What, did both of you touch her? Mr. Hoffman wants to let you keep a little bit of your offending hand as a souvenir.&quot;<br /> They dropped to their knees with a thud, as pale as ghosts, begging, &quot;Please, have mercy! You can&#039;t do this. My dad is a big shot at Evergreen Group...&quot;<br /> Meanwhile, Charles, with Noelle in his arms, was like a walking iceberg.<br /> Noelle felt she was being drained of blood and eaten alive by a swarm of ants. She whimpered, overcome by a wave of dizziness, &quot;It&#039;s so hot...&quot;<br /> Charles glanced down at his shirt, which was now a mess thanks to Noelle, and his gaze frosted over. He held her tighter and picked up the pace to the elevator.<br /> Though she was barely conscious, she caught a glimpse of the man&#039;s strong profile. The chill from his body was oddly soothing, and she snuggled closer without thinking. Charles&#039;s eyes darkened just as the elevator doors slid open, and he stepped out into the unknown.<br /> <br /> At the top of The Majestic Lounge was a room that belonged to Charles alone. He swung the door open and carried Noelle in. She was feeling so awful that she hung onto Charles like she was trying to meld into him, her limbs all over the place with nary a hint of elegance.<br /> He managed to detach Noelle from himself with a bit of a struggle and gently placed her in the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, he dialed Ronald’s number. &quot;I need ice, and make it quick.&quot;<br /> Once he ended the call, he saw Noelle trying to get out of the tub. He gently but firmly pushed her back down and turned on the cold tap. &quot;Stay still!&quot;<br /> His voice was firm and grew even more intense as he noticed how the water in the tub accentuated her figure. His gaze sharpened.<br /> Ronald was fast, arriving shortly with two buckets of ice. &quot;Here&#039;s the ice, sir.&quot;<br /> &quot;Hold on,&quot; Charles instructed Ronald. &quot;Just set them down and leave, thanks.&quot; His tone was cool and detached.<br /> Ronald raised an eyebrow at Charles&#039;s unusual sternness. However, he kept his thoughts to himself and left as told.<br /> Once alone, Charles brought the ice buckets into the bathroom.<br /> Noelle was submerged in the icy water, her body shaking uncontrollably. Her mind was still foggy, and Charles&#039;s expression was grim.<br /> Noelle was burning up inside, feeling like she was on the brink of collapse. The icy water was a harsh contrast to that, enveloping her in a torturous chill. She squirmed in agony, but Charles&#039;s hands kept her steady, and his voice cut through the haze. &quot;Hang in there. It&#039;ll pass soon.&quot;<br /> ...<br /> Noelle&#039;s eyes fluttered open, her body feeling sore and like it had forgotten how to function. She lay still, gazing up at the stark white ceiling. As the fog in her brain slowly lifted, the memories of last night started to play like a movie in her head.<br /> Her face drained of color as panic flickered across her features. She flung off the covers and was relieved to find herself in pajamas, untouched. Still, that aching... where did it come from?<br /> &quot;You&#039;re awake?&quot; A chilly voice cut through the silence, and Noelle&#039;s head whipped toward the door. There she saw a man clad in cool elegance and fancy threads who was obviously not your average Joe. His face was so drop-dead gorgeous that even a beauty queen would swoon at him.<br /> Noelle&#039;s brow creased in confusion. She did not know this man. As the reality of her situation hit her, she blurted out, &quot;Who are you?&quot; Her voice sounded so harsh and grating that it scared her. The words came out as a dry, quacking mess.<br /> Charles arched an eyebrow, not bothering with an answer. He strolled over, poured her a glass of water, and handed it to her with smooth and elegant hands.<br /> Noelle was taken aback for a second but then grabbed the glass, downing the water with an eagerness that bordered on uncouth. Once the glass was empty, she eyed Charles suspiciously. &quot;Are you the one who rescued me?&quot;<br /> He did not say yes or no, but Noelle let out a relieved breath. &quot;Okay. Thanks for whatever you did last night.&quot; She glanced down at her clothes, a silent question hanging in the air, and her expression turned to one of confusion. However, her gratitude remained evident despite the puzzlement.<br /> Charles&#039;s gaze landed softly on Noelle&#039;s face, his mind replaying her stunning presence from the night before and stirring something within him. &quot;It’s all good, Ms. Shaw. Don’t worry about it,&quot; he said, sidestepping the potential embarrassment with a smooth deflection.<br /> Noelle bit her lip, fighting the urge to say more. She would have to deal with the fallout and act like this whole mess never happened. Then, it hit her. &quot;How did you find out my last name is Shaw?&quot;<br /> &quot;Surprised? There&#039;s been a lot of buzz about a Ms. Shaw today. Have you not heard?&quot; Charles said, casually fiddling with his cufflinks, looking the picture of cool.<br /> Noelle&#039;s face drained of color. &quot;What... What are you talking about?&quot;<br /> &quot;There are many versions of your story. Which one do you want to hear?&quot;<br /> &quot;Who are you, really? And what do you want from me?&quot;

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