The Cherished Wife

"You know the dog's ruining our private time, yet you still won't take him away!"

The argument heated up, and fists started flying. It had been a blur who swung first, but suddenly, they were both in the thick of it, adrenaline pumping, trading punches and kicks in a fierce standoff.

Charles was going for the knockout, targeting every hit, but Sean was not about to give up. He ducked and dodged, looking for any chance to strike back.

The pair drew after a few rounds. Both were roughed up, and neither had gained the upper hand. It had become obvious Sean was taking the brunt of it, with more than a few marks to show for it. As for unseen bruises, they both had plenty of those too. Sean had always warned Peter about Charles, calling him sneaky and not to be underestimated.

Beyond the punches to Sean's face, there had been the blows to the waist and legs. Even if they left no mark behind, Sean was still sore.

of hits, but he was quick enough on his feet

out of breath, Sean threw up his hands in defeat. "I'm done, okay? I'll take Arnold away right now!" he spat out, annoyed. "He's just a dog. Why do you have to be like this with your own brother?" Ronald was by the door, barely holding

guys were no amateurs. They rarely

attention. "Mr. Hoffman, Mr. and Ms. Adams have left. Mr. Adams wanted

nod. Sean, however, was baffled. "Thanks

cracked his knuckles. "Sounds like you're itching for a

with a shake of his head. "I'm throwing in the towel. Besides, Charles, I've got surgery later today. These hands are my cash cow, and insuring