The Cherished Wife

Eloise's hands balled into fists. "I'm going to check on the kitchen too!"

With Eloise out of the room, Peter's lips quirked up. "You think the Naylors will really accept her?"

Steven shot Peter a look. "There's nothing I can't handle," he said confidently.

"But she's innocent," Peter protested as he rose to his feet, giving Steven's shoulder a reassuring pat. "Mr. Fischer, there's more than one way to skin a cat, you know. It doesn't have to be..."

"My decisions are final!" Steven cut him off, shrugging off Peter's hand. "You should worry about yourself!" He paused before adding, "Didn't you say your third uncle is about to return? Sir Lennon had always preferred him. They only turned to you when he vanished. Peter, you can't sweat the small stuff when you're playing the long game."

Peter's eyes dimmed with a touch of sadness. "I know." He had always known. Those were the years he had nearly walked away from it all, but they would not let him. "How's everything at the company?"

surprised to find Steven there. He slipped off his shoes and joined the other two men for a chat. Charles brought up something about Peter, "Hey Peter,

him." He pulled out a pack

her. However, after they split, the cravings kept coming back. Whenever they hit,

hazy. The word from Carvonia is that Trevon's been bouncing between there and other places. He tied the knot with Tania, alright, but they're not together. So, I'm betting there's more to their marriage than meets the eye,"

agreement. "I've dug up the

Brandon?" Charles looked around, his

frown for some reason. Suddenly, he got

and Steven shared a quick look and then hurried up

something was off. He narrowed his eyes, staying alert as he tiptoed to Brandon's

with an immediate attack,

was ruthless, targeting Peter's most vulnerable spots with deadly precision. However, Peter was not about to back down. He threw himself into the fight, matching the stranger