The Cherished Wife

Appeared in Peter's eyes. It was so intense that even Andrew, who usually did not pick up on such things, noticed. "Mr. Lennon..."

Peter's eyebrows knitted themselves together as he stared intently at the woman inside the room. Layla was screaming like a mad woman, and her words slurred themselves together. When she came to the topic of Sean and Tania, a murderous look immediately "Wait outside!" Peter said with a wave of his hand. Andrew immediately opened the door, and the person inside the room raised their head in response to the door opening. When Layla saw Peter, she took several instinctive steps backward. "Peter..." "We meet again," Peter said, his lips curving upward. Though his features were arranged into what seemed like a smile, it looked terrifying. Layla could not stop herself from shuddering, regretting to herself why she had chosen this day to visit Nancy at the hospital. If she had not gone... "M-Mr. Lennon, I... Why did you bring me here? I'm Jordan's wife! You can't..."

"Hah!" Peter scoffed. "Jordan Langdon? You think I'd be afraid of him?"

Layla could not stop that next shudder as well.

How could Peter ever be afraid of Jordan? Although the Langford family was also considered an influential family in Brookville, their level of influence was far from that of the Lennon family. It was also why the rest of the Langdon family had insisted Jordan marry her when he did not want to because she had the support of the powerful Hoffman family. Add that to the relationship between the Hoffman and Lennon families...

just... just..." Layla gulped. "I really don't

still washed over Layla every time she recalled what happened four years ago, and now, all her hairs were standing

to sit down, glancing at Layla's messy hair as he did. His elegant fingers gently plucked at the cufflinks fastened to his suit jacket, and there was an

in a deep breath, forcing herself to get a hold of the immense fear she felt as she nodded. "P-Peter, I really

are you just unable to say anything?" Peter added, "No need to hurry. After rall, I've got plenty of time on my hands now. It's been a while since Mast

"Peter!"

he got to his feet. Layla did not even manage to figure out how Peter had

a bloodthirsty look