The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Chapter 915

"That's none of your business!" Tania snapped, jerking her arm away from Peter. "Move!" However, Peter's expression was stern. "Where are you headed? I'll give you a lift."

"Don't worry about me. It's getting late. You should head home, Mr. Lennon!" Tania said, turning to head inside. Just then, Charles stepped out and caught sight of Peter still lingering. He quirked an eyebrow in surprise. "Still here?" Peter's lips were a tight line, and his gaze towards Charles was icy.

Charles just shrugged, then tossed a set of car keys to Tania. "Good luck finding a cab around here at night. This is Noelle's ride. Take it for a spin!"

"Thanks, bro!" Tania grabbed the keys, dashed to the garage, and zoomed off in the car.

Hands casually tucked in his pockets, Charles watched Peter with a mischievous glint in his eye. 'I never thought I'd see the day you'd be this rattled!'

Peter's scowl deepened. He could not afford to clash with Charles right then. With a sly grin, Charles added, "Just a heads-up: Trevon flew back in today, and Tania went to meet him."

Without a word or a backward glance, Peter stormed off to his car and followed suit.

Noelle stepped outside just in time to see Peter's car peel away. "Aren't you worried that he'll go start a brawl with Trevon?"

Charles's smile was all confidence. "Nah, Peter's got his head on straight. He won't throw punches without sizing up the situation first. Come on, it's late. Let's head out!"

Tania's tail the whole way, and it did not take long for her to spot him in her rearview mirror. However, Tania had bigger fish to fry than to chat with Peter,

she pulled up

car and through the doors like a shot. Trevon had given

After buzzing

the door swung open to reveal a guy who looked like a washed-up model. "You

on my account. I'll head

worried about you," he said, messing up her hair

a while,

moment like a knife, and the hand in Tania's hair went rigid. A flash of

when she caught what he called Trevon, her irritation flipped to disbelief. She swung her gaze between Trevon and Peter, her voice tinged with shock. "What are you getting

narrowed, and

the

should I call you Jack? My dear

called Uncle was none other than Jack. He narrowed

"Uncle Jack? What's that about? You took

can't be!" Tania's