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!"

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, so she floored it and left

she pulled

of the car and through the doors like a shot. Trevon had given her his room number

for it. After buzzing

guy who looked

there's no need for you to rush back on my account. I'll head back to Brookville as soon as I wrap things up here.

you," he said, messing up her hair with

been a

when Peter's voice cut through the moment like a knife, and the hand in Tania's hair went

what he called Trevon, her irritation flipped to disbelief. She swung her gaze between Trevon and Peter, her

narrowed, and

his lips, never quite reaching his eyes. He stared down the man in front of Tania, his hand balled into a fist

should I call you Jack?

Peter had just called Uncle was none other than Jack. He narrowed his eyes and let out a soft chuckle. "It's

his eyes. "Uncle Jack? What's that about? You took my wife three years

can't be!"