Chapter 747

That was classic Wendy, always worried I'd get hurt, afraid she wouldn't be there to protect me when needed.

"I promise I'll take care of myself."

I grabbed my coat and left with Wendy.

The forecast predicted snow. The sky was gloomy, with a biting wind that cut like knives.

I went to get my car from the garage and loaded Wendy's abandoned suitcase into the trunk.

Just as I closed it, Luke's car appeared.

Wendy waved at the vehicle.

Peter stopped and lowered the window, smiling. "Good morning, Ms. Middleton, Miss Smith.”

"Morning, Peter.”

We replied in unison, looking toward the back seat.

The rear windows were tinted, but I could make out a figure.

From the height and posture, it was Luke.

Peter checked his rearview mirror, but the passenger remained still.

"Mr. Walker's tired. I'm taking him home."

He raised the window.

Wendy stared at Luke's car. "He's sleeping?"

"Probably."

Luke was usually a light sleeper - he'd wake when the car stopped.

Him not greeting us likely