My Sweet Lawyer Wife

Peter squinted, stepping forwards to the living room.

“You came just in time. I’m cooking. Let’s eat together.”

Since he insisted on coming, he must have an ulterior motive. Alvin thought it a good opportunity to get it straight with Peter.

So he opened the door and let Peter in.

Peter strutted into the living room, then he turned to the dining room on smelling the food. Someone sitting there looked quite familiar to him.

“Miss Hale is here? What a coincidence.” He said in a deep and hoarse voice, with a hint of mockery.

Hearing his voice, Adriana jumped to her feet, turned her head and saw Peter.

She felt a sudden pause in her heart, while her face turned pale.

Her hands were clenching the edge of her chair tightly, “Coincidence it is.”

Is it really a coincidence though?

Needless to say, Peter knew she was here. That’s why he came all the way here.

“Sit, Peter. I’ll bring you another plate.” Alvin went to the kitchen.

Peter walked to Adriana, bent down and said in a low voice, “Have you forgotten what I said so soon?” Eh?”

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Adriana raised her eyebrows, trying to conceal her anger and smile, “You must be kidding, Mr. Alston. Your words have been engraved on my mind. For they come at the cost of my company. I think I’ll remember them for the rest of my life.”

How could she possibly forget? Those memories will never leave her.

“In that case, you should better stay away from Alvin.” He snorted with coldness.

But Adriana kept smiling, “Have you ever heard of this, Mr. Alston? A beggar can never be bankrupt. I’ve got nothing left to lose now, so why should I care?”

She used to be timorous, always fearful that she might lose her company or Theresa.

But now that she knew what kind of a person he really was, he didn’t deserve Theresa at all. He was also a killer, a bastard that ruined her brother Jenkins, a jerk that defiled her, and a brute that destroyed Hale Cobb Law Firm.

They had been engaged in a bitter vendetta, so it was impossible for her to obey him.

“You …”

Peter was about to burst into rage, but Alvin walked out of the kitchen, “What are you two chatting about?”

“Mr. Alston was just complimenting you on your cooking, Alvin.”

Adriana was talking to Alvin, but she had her eyes fixed on Peter unblinkingly, as if deliberately defying him.

Her cheeky attitude irritated Peter, so he gave a loud snort, “I always knew you could cook. Today I finally get a chance to try your cooking.”

Peter pulled out the chair next to Adriana and sat down.

While Alvin put the plate and cutlery in front of Peter, then sat on the right side of Adriana.

“You are used to dining at fancy restaurants, I don’t know if this homemade food is to your taste. Alvin poured him a glass of red wine and asked, “Where’s your fiancée? Why didn’t she come along?”

“It’s pretty late, so I didn’t tell her.”

Peter lifted his glass and took a sip of the red wine. “Miss Hale, or should I call you Mrs. Hale? I remember you have a husband, right? But here you are, dining with Alvin, don’t you think your husband might get jealous?”

Adriana was still slicing her steak when she heard him. She hesitated, then put the knife and fork down, grabbing a tissue to wipe her mouth, “I believe we both know perfectly well that I’m not married to anyone now, Mr. Alston. When we were at the bar that day, if you hadn’t threatened me with Hale Cobb Law Firm, I wouldn’t have put on a charade in front of Alvin.”

She looked at Peter straight in the eyes with no signs of fear, and the smile that kept turning up the corners of her lips showed a hint of mockery.

Then she turned to Alvin, “I should apologize to you for that, Alvin. I’m sorry that I lied to you.”

Since Peter had stabbed her in the back first, she could treat him in the same bad way.

Everything she had worked so hard for during the past years was ruined by him, so what else had her got to lose?

She was not afraid to fight against him.

They can both play this game.

Taking a quick glance at Peter, Alvin saw a hint of a sneer on Peter’s face.

He had been friends with Peter for years, and he knew perfectly well that Peter was about to rage when he acted like this.

For a minute, the obvious tension in the room made everyone present depressed.

One had always been his good friend, and the other was the girl he’d had a crush on for years.

Things were a little bit tricky.

“Alvin, I need to tell you something.”

Alvin thought for a moment, then said with a solemn look, “Actually, I …”

“You need to get your head out of your ass. Your family and the Henderson Family made an engagement for you and their daughter twenty years ago, and Miss Henderson will return from abroad soon. Do you really think the Henderson Family would allow you to break off your engagement? I don’t need to tell you what it’s gonna cost, do I?”

That was a little reminder from Peter to Alvin, in case he had forgotten about his engagement with Flora Henderson.

The Henderson Family was also one of the four prominent families in Waverly, and the Grant Family ranked fourth.

Over the years, the Henderson Family had flourished with their business going from strength to strength, so they expanded their market oversea.

There was no chance for him to break off the engagement with such a strong family.

Besides, the elders of the Henderson Family were extremely sensitive about their reputation. If he broke off, the Grant Family would be doomed to fall.

Alvin frowned once more, looking at Peter, then Adriana, showing a sign of agony.

He held the wine glass in a firm grip, then withdrew his eyes, drinking all that was in his glass.

“I’d forget all about it if you didn’t bring it up. Ha … The Henderson Family …”

Alvin laughed to himself, with a complicated and sad look.

Seeing this, Adriana felt like it was not her place to say anything, so she just continued eating in silence.

In desperation, she came to Alvin and thought he could be her shelter, so that she could go about her day feeling safe and protected.

Who knew it would turn out this way? She couldn’t help but sigh.

Adriana didn’t eat much, and she made an excuse to leave, “Alvin, I’ve got work to do. I’ll leave you guys eating.”

“Okay. Let me walk you home?”

“There’s no need to trouble you. I just live downstairs.”

Adriana left and went downstairs to her home.

She took out another bottle of red wine from her cabinet and went to the balcony.

Standing on the balcony, she looked at the night view in Waverly, neon lights all lit up, splendidly prosperous, but there seemed to be no place for her.

“Maybe I don’t belong here in Waverly?”

Adriana murmured to herself, taking a sip of the red wine.

Five years ago, she sold herself in order to save Jenkins’s life. However when she got the money and he got cured, she was abused and tortured by her foster mother.