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!"

grabbed Rowena's arm and started to leave, not without a playful jab. "Seriously, how do you move so fast? You're totally

usually pretty brave, but lately, two guys had gotten under her

today, so Peter and Sean sent me home. We thought

that's Peter?"

Rowena chuckled. "Seriously, though. All of you are the Four Young Masters of

an eyebrow, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Are

you're a little weird!" Rowena was not one to back down from Sean. Maybe it was his