{Martha's Pov}
I looked at Peter’s hand for a moment, debating whether or not to accept it. Refusing might create a scene that could arouse suspicion. Forcing a thin smile, I placed my hand in his palm.
He brought it close to his lips, placing a soft kiss on my knuckles. “It’s a pleasure,” he said, his tone smooth and confident. I quickly pulled my hand away, my skin crawling at the contact.
Peter’s gaze lingered, his sharp eyes tracing every inch of my features with unsettling intensity. My stomach twisted, but I forced myself to remain composed. He finally turned to Nathan, acting as though nothing had happened. I kept my expression neutral, a picture of innocence, as though this man wasn’t the same person who had broken my heart and ruined my life years ago.
“Let’s grab a drink,” Ra
