The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Chapter 904

Tania's face went from calm to stormy in a heartbeat when she heard those words. She glanced at Noelle, trying to figure out if she was messing with her on purpose. "You're such a tease, Noelle. I'm a married woman. There's no way I'd be a solo parent. My hubby might Peter's grip on the steering wheel tightened just a notch when Tania brought up her husband, and his eyes clouded over with something dark and unreadable.

be super busy, but he's as dedicated to Brandon as me!"

Tania knew Peter's moods like the back of her hand because they went way back. The chilly vibe rolling off him was a dead giveaway that he was ticked off.

She balled her hands into fists, took a deep breath, and insisted, "Trevon adores Brandon, and he adores me, too."

However, before the words had even settled in the air, Peter slammed on the brakes. The tires screamed against the road, and Noelle, clutching Brandon, nearly flew forward.

Noelle was ghost-white with shock, her eyes darting to Brandon in her arms.

"Is Brandon okay?" Tania panicked and whipped her head around. "Peter, what's gotten into you? If you don't want to give us a lift, just spit it out. Noelle and I can take Brandon and find another way."

Brandon jolted awake, blinked sleepily, and called out, "Mommy!"

"It's okay, baby. Mommy's right here!" Tania soothed, scooping him into her arms.

she checked him over. "Did you get hurt anywhere,

so sorry, Tania, I should've held onto Brandon better!" Noelle blurted out, ridden

Noelle, you're not part of this mess!" Tania snapped, shooting Peter a death glare. "I need to get out of

furrowed as he clutched the steering wheel, a storm brewing inside him after Tania's words. He bit his lip, glancing at Tania, who was fuming and

Peter's hand. "Uncle Peter, please don't be mad. I'm

moment,

gently held Brandon's hand. "I'm not mad, buddy!" He turned to Tania with a

en novelxo

caught off guard, clearly not expecting an apology

actually saying sorry

I promise I'll be more careful from now on. I won't let

was just a slip-up, a slip-up. Peter, let's head back. I've got to prepare

was off the table. However,

heart finally stopped

saw

She whipped out her phone and sent a text to Charles: [OMG, that was terrifying. Peter's