The Cherished Wife

Peter dragged Tania toward the parking lot, but she immediately shook off his hand. "Enough. I told you I don't want to hear it, and I don't care about you and Riley anymore." "You-"

"Mom, are you mad? Don't be mad at Daddy, please." Brandon's soft voice interrupted. Tania froze, looking at Brandon with a complex expression.

With innocent eyes, Brandon added, "Daddy is so nice. Please don't be angry with him."

Not only Tania but even Peter was taken aback. "Brandon, what did you just call me?"

Brandon lowered his head shyly, his little fingers tapping together nervously. "Daddy! Don't you like it? But I really want you to be my dad!" Peter paused. "Yes, I like it... I love it!"

"Brandon!" Tania cried out. "He's not your father. He's... He's Mr. Peter... You can just think of him as your uncle."

said through

Jack, you're Jack's uncle. Telling him to think of you as his uncle makes

Take that back," Peter warned, his brows

was likely a sham. As for Brandon... He's my son,

at Peter's back for a long moment before reluctantly getting into the car.

something to ride up that old man,

a glance at Tania and Brandon in the back seat. "Don't worry, he's got a tough heart. You won't take

then called Charles. "Charles,

to the Lennon residence?" Charles leaned against a bench, watching as Noelle cheerfully scooped ice cream into her mouth. He took her hand, snatched the spoonful she had just dug out, and popped it into his mouth It was a bit too sweet, and he frowned briefly. "Sir

Don't worry, I'll protect