The Coma Prince’s Fiancée novel Chapter 148

Peter froze for a second before slowly turning toward the voice. As soon as he spotted Irvin standing just a few steps away, he gasped, all the color draining from his face.

“Irvin? What are you doing here?” Peter’s voice shook, the words almost tumbling out of his mouth.

Shirley, who had just been smirking to herself, immediately went pale.

Irvin gave a light laugh. “Why shouldn’t I be here?”

“No, no, I… Of course you should, I’d never question you,” Peter stammered, shaking his head and waving his hands, trying desperately to backpedal.

Irvin’s smile grew. “You had the guts to hit my manager. Is there anything you’re actually afraid to do?”

Peter looked like he was going to faint. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out for a long moment. Finally, something snapped in him. He suddenly turned around and slapped Shirley hard across the face.

“This is your damn fault. You just had to start talking nonsense and now look what you’ve gotten me into. I messed up with Irvin before I even knew what was happening. I’m done with the Jameses’ mess. Figure it out yourselves,” he snapped.

He didn’t wait for a response, just muttered some half-baked excuse about having something urgent to deal with. “Irvin, I… I just remembered something came up. I have to go. You can do whatever you want with her.”

For someone with his build, Peter moved surprisingly fast. He was out the door in an instant, like he thought Irvin might grab him if he stayed even a second longer.

Shirley was left standing there, cheeks burning, completely stunned. She looked helplessly at Rebecca, then glanced at Irvin’s chilling smile. Her nerves got the better of her and she started to edge toward the door, trying to save face with one last threat.

“My parents told me to come here tonight and talk business with Peter. Now you’ve made him leave. I’m telling them everything, so just wait for the consequences.”

As soon as she reached the entrance, she bolted, almost tripping over herself in her hurry to escape.

It was almost funny, the way she didn’t act as if she needed to drag the truth out of him. In her mind, she and Wade had always been upfront with each other.

Irvin had half expected her to keep digging, and felt oddly relieved when she didn’t. “Need me to call you a car?” he asked.

Rebecca held up her phone with a little smile. “Already got one on the way.”

He nodded and walked her out, waiting until she’d climbed into the car before turning back inside.

He hadn’t gotten far when it hit him—he never even asked what she was doing at Nocturne in the first place. What could Bekki possibly want here, so late at night?

But then he remembered how she hadn’t pried into why he was here, and he caught himself smiling. If Bekki was willing to respect his secrets, he owed her the same. Whatever he needed to know, he’d find out sooner or later. In the end, respect went both ways.