The Cherished Wife



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

"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...

“That's not what I meant, Mr. Lennon. I just... just..." Layla gulped. "I really don't know why you've brought me here!”

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

"You don't know?" Peter chuckled as he found himself a place 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 unreadable look in the depths of his eyes.

Layla drew in a deep breath, forcing herself to get a hold of the immense fear she felt as she nodded. "P-Peter, I really don't know."noveldrama

Peter immediately looked up and

narrowed his eyes. "Do you not know

or not remember? Or are you just unable to say anything?" Peter

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I've got plenty of time on my hands now. It's been a while since Mast came here. Do you remember what happened four years ago?"

"Peter!"

"Do you think you have the right to call me Peter?" Peter asked as he got to his feet. Layla did not even manage to figure out how Peter had approached her. By the time she returned to her senses, Peter had already wrapped his hands around

her neck, a bloodthirsty look und

the depths of his eyes. "Looks like Tania's lesson was not enough. She might have been lenient because she's kind, but that doesn't mean I'm the same. Would you like to try? Huh?"

"No, Mr. Lennon, I don't. I really don't know anything!" She frantically shook her head. She did not want to experience what had happened to her four years ago ever again in her life, but given the way Peter was acting now, she... "Could there have been some sort of

misunderstanding? All I did today was meet my parents. My mom has fallen sick, and I'm very worried. I...”

"You're worried?" Peter scoffed. "She's Tania's mom, not yours. Your biological mom is in prison right now. Did you need me to remind you of that?" Every word Peter uttered was like a sharp-bladed knife that pierced through all of Layla's guises.

"No, that's not my mom. No. My mom's name is Nancy Naylor. I am the daughter of Henry Hoffman and Nancy Naylor. I am not a murderer's daughter!” Layla said, on the verge of a breakdown. “No. She's not my mom!"