The Cherished Wife

The man Rowena laid eyes on was like a blast of cold air, his aura sharp and piercing. That was her first impression of him. She glanced at him awkwardly, his striking features expressionless, an intimidating vibe radiating from him.

She could not help but gulp and take a step back, forcing a nervous chuckle. "Uh... Who are you? Where's your husband, Noelle?" She had a sinking feeling she had walked in on something, so she quickly spun around to grab Noelle's hand. "What's up? Why isn't your husband here? Who's this guy in the kitchen?" Noelle clamped a hand over Rowena's mouth, her eyes meeting Peter's icy gaze. "Peter, this is my friend. Sorry, she thought you were Charles!" Noelle rushed to explain, having seen Peter's formidable presence, which was honestly quite intimidating.

Noelle sensed that Peter had been much warmer toward her than he had been with Rowena, who had almost blurted out something that could have made things really awkward.

Peter squinted and gave a quick nod. "Got it," he said. "I'll take care of the dishes. Noelle, you go hang out with your friends, okay?"

Feeling a bit awkward, Noelle nodded. "Thanks, Peter. I owe you one!"

a playful jab. "Seriously, how do you move so fast?

for her. She was usually pretty brave, but lately, two guys had gotten under her skin-Charles and now

Peter and Sean sent me home. We

that's Peter?"

All of you are the Four Young Masters of Brookville, yet Peter has such a... distinctive

an eyebrow, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Are you saying I look

was his laid-back attitude or that ever-present grin that made it Kard to see when he was being