LOGINCaroline's POV“Well, it's getting late...We better go home hubby....Cerene I hope you are feeling much better now...It must be exhausting and boring for you...you know...watching my husband and I do nothing but eat and kiss ...." I spoke softly, placing a hand on Peter's lap.“Sis....I...I ..I am fine." Cerene said softly. But her eyes said otherwise. I was even wondering how Peter never noticed her fake sympathetic look. Men....I fought the urge to roll my eyes.“Caro... Behave..." Peter whispered. But I ignored him.“Relax I am just being a wife....Isn't that what you want?“ I lowered my voice just so he could hear. I deliberately pinched his skin, I could see his eyes react to it. We look eyes for a second.But I pull my hand back.When I glance at Tyrone's table, he was still there. Paying for his bill, but I could tell his attention was on me.And when Peter forced a smile, held my chin and pulled my face back to him... He spoke again. “Eyes on me baby ...Let's go.“We stood
Caroline's POVTyrone suddenly pulled my chair closer to his with one smooth motion, the legs scraping softly against the floor. He locked eyes with me, that mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he leaned in just enough for his presence to fill the space between us. His voice came out low and rasped, deep enough to send a shiver down my spine. “Are you aware your husband is being cosy with your twin?”I tried to ignore the way my gaze kept drifting to the way his shirt stretched over his popping abs and the sexy tattoos visible at his collar. My heart beat faster despite myself. "Too bad it still ached for that asshole Peter.““It’s none of your business,” I shot back, leaning backwards in my seat to create some distance. My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I held his gaze.He didn’t back off. Instead, his smirk deepened. “I want to help you. Make him jealous. And besides… Margaret Harrington sent me. I’m here for your protection.”The realization hit me slowly. Tyro
Cerene's POV“Peter… please, dont take me to the hospital,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath as he carried me through the cool evening air on the restaurant terrace. My head rested heavily against his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat. I let my body go completely limp in his arms, fingers clutching weakly at his shirt. The night breeze brushed over us, but all I could focus on was the warmth of his body and the familiar scent of his cologne.He stopped near a quiet corner of the terrace, lowering me gently onto a wooden bench. His hands lingered on my shoulders for a moment longer than necessary, brows furrowed with genuine worry. “We’re going right now. You look too pale, Cerene. This isn’t something we should ignore.”I caught his hand before he could pull away, wrapping my fingers around his with trembling delicacy. My thumb stroked the inside of his wrist slowly, right over that sensitive spot I knew so well ...the one that always made his pulse jump.
Caroline's POV “I’ll order first, if that’s okay,” Cerene interrupted suddenly, her voice soft but insistent as the waiter approached our table. She gave him a weak smile, like even speaking was a huge effort. I leaned back in my chair, waving my hand gracefully. “Of course, sister. Go right ahead.” My tone stayed calm and polite, but inside I was already counting how many pity cards she was going to play tonight. Peter glanced at me, but I kept my expression neutral, sipping my water while Cerene placed her order in that delicate, breathy way of hers. When the food finally arrived...the steaks were sizzling, sides perfectly arranged... Cerene pouted her lip, letting out a small gasp. She reached into her bag, pulled out her inhaler, and took a dramatic puff, holding it like it was her lifeline. “Peter,” she said softly, pushing her plate toward him, “could you help cut my steak? My hands are still a little shaky from everything.” The request hit me like a spark to dry grass. A
Caroline's POV“Some people may be sick,” I said lightly, my tone dripping with mock sympathy as I looked at Cerene through the rearview mirror, “but they’ll always find the energy to squeeze themselves into other people’s business, won’t they? It’s almost impressive, really.”Cerene’s shoulders stiffened. She turned her head slightly, eyes glistening as she tried to summon tears on command. Her lip quivered in that practiced way she always used when she wanted Peter’s attention. “Peter… I didn’t mean to intrude. I just thought....”Peter let out a low chuckle, the sound surprising even me. He glanced at me in the mirror, amusement flickering in his eyes for a brief second before he cleared his throat. “We’ve arrived.”The upscale restaurant glowed under warm lights as Peter pulled up to the valet. He killed the engine and stepped out, walking around to open the back door for me first. I took his hand gracefully, letting him help me out of the car. My body brushed against his as I
Caroline's POV“Ready to show everyone how madly in love we still are, hubby?” I asked Peter with a playful lilt as we stepped out into the driveway. The evening breeze brushed against my skin, carrying the faint scent of flowers from the garden, but the real mess was already building between us.Then my eyes landed on the car.Cerene sat primly in the front passenger seat, dressed in a soft cream outfit that screamed “fragile beauty.” A delicate shawl was draped over her shoulders, and she kept her head slightly bowed, looking every bit the pitiful survivor. My blood simmered, but I refused to let it show.I rolled my eyes dramatically and turned to Peter, giving him a long, knowing stare. He had the decency to look slightly uncomfortable but said nothing. Without missing a beat, I opened the back door and slid gracefully into the rear seat, making sure my dress rode up just enough to show off my legs as I crossed them.Peter got behind the wheel, the car engine purring to life und







