Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
Today, Alyssa was charming in the white chef uniform, her hair tied and tucked neatly into the chef’s hat.
She wore a transparent mask on her face and was fully focused on shaping a ball of dough into pastry.
She did not even notice his presence.
His eyes turned misty when he recalled Mrs. Rosie’s words.
She told him, “Mr. Jeremy, the desserts you ate are not store-bought or made by pastry chefs. Madam made them for you! Even the house chef admitted that he is not as talented as she is!
“Look at you, wolfing them down. You did not know how much effort she’d poured into a tiny piece of dessert. She spent her day in the kitchen making the desserts without a word of complaint about her body aches.”
His expression wavered as the memory tugged at his heart. It was the first time he had ever seen Alyssa in the kitchen.
Apparently, she had spent the three years in his home, pouring her love and effort into the food, while he had never truly appreciated her.
He was a jerk who wasted her affection.
Alyssa frowned as she shaped the dough into choux pastries for Ada Kingsley, who wanted to take them home to Mosgravia for her mother.
The dessert was incredibly challenging, and after a whole afternoon’s work, Alyssa had only managed to make four successful choux pastries.
“Phew! Finally,” she exclaimed with relief, wiping the sweat from her forehead after successfully making the fifth one.
Suddenly, a loud crunch broke the silence, and she looked up in shock, her eyes widening. Then, she screamed, “Jeremy Walsh, you-“
Jeremy calmly met her gaze as he chewed on her pastry. Only three choux pastries remained on her tray.
“I didn’t give you permission to eat that! Spit it out right now!” Her face flushed with anger, and she was tempted to punch him in the face.
He disregarded her screams and took a slow bite, enjoying himself.
“You bastard! My desserts are not for you! Stop it right now!” Eyes flaming, she rushed to grab half of the pastry puff in his hand. Panicking, he stuffed the rest of it into his mouth.
“You prick!” she bellowed in fury. The floor was still wet from the cleaning, causing her to accidentally slip and fall into his arms.
The impact sent his back ramming into the table. He frowned at the pain but secured his arms around her waist to make sure she was safe.
Her breathing became erratic after she sensed the touch of his fingers. Her lips pressed against his, separated only by her face mask.
They stood there in silence. He narrowed his eyes, trying hard to suppress the growing desire inside of him.
Alyssa’s eyes wavered, and she sprung to her feet by pushing herself away from Jeremy’s muscular chest. She hurriedly stumbled backward and slammed her back against the fridge door.
Her breathing remained uneven. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead. Despite having a face mask on, she could feel the heat from his lips lingering on hers.
Damn it! Why did she…
Gasping for air and flushed with emotion, she angrily tore off her mask and tossed it to the floor. It was now contaminated and utterly useless.
Meanwhile, Jeremy slowly rose to his feet, leaning against the table’s edge. There was a hint of exhaustion in his face, like a beast after a hearty meal.
He pursed his lips to maintain composure, but his heart continued to race.
“Does your back hurt?” He was still in a daze after the accidental kiss. Still, he maintained his composure.
His tone sounded icy, just like usual.
“None of your business!” She seethed with anger over him helping himself to one of her pastries. “I never permitted you to eat my pastries. I didn’t spend the afternoon making them just to feed you.”
“It’s been a while since I tried your desserts. I’d love to have a taste again. I remember how you used to make them for me.”
He felt enticed when he saw Alyssa putting her heart into the desserts. Before he knew it, he was compelled to pick one up and take a bite.
He was driven by impulse, even thinking that he should take advantage of the opportunity, for it was hard to come by.
“Hah! That was in the past!” There was still fury in her eyes as she declared, “I cooked for you because i was your wife. Who do you think you are, eating my desserts now? I’d rather feed them to a dog than have you eat them!”
Her cutting remark crushed him, and his eyes hardened. He stared very hard into the abyss of her eyes but found no traces of that woman who’d spent the day making desserts for him.
Can love be lost? Would there be nothing left?
With a sullen face, Alyssa shifted her attention from Jeremy, carefully placing the remaining desserts on the tray before putting it into the storage and closing the door. She was wary of him.
“I was being rash. I didn’t know that the desserts meant so much to you. Sorry,” he apologized, knowing that he was in the wrong. Therefore, he was ready to take whatever she hurled at him.
Her lashes trembled briefly before she turned her back to him and washed her hands in the sink. She remarked impatiently, “I thought you were here for work matters? Spit it out. As you can see, I don’t have all day. You’re just causing trouble here.”
He choked and breathed heavily. “I am here to tell you that I’m no longer in charge of Ada Kingsley’s wedding planning.”
Her hands paused under the flowing tap. She chuckled. “Well, of course. She’s already signed the deal with KS World. The only thing you’re responsible for now is the controversy surrounding Berenike Hotel.”
Ignoring her taunts, he continued, “Javier has handed the responsibility over to Betty.”
Alyssa finally turned to face him, a frown on her face.
“You’re a smart woman, and you know that things are not as simple as they seem,” he mumbled with worry in his eyes as he glanced at her.
“Did you make the trip just to tell me this? Typical Jeremy Walsh, always so self-centered.” She sneered and placed a hand on her hip. “Let me guess, you are still upset after losing the bid. So, you came complaining about Betty, hoping I’ll deal with her. Are you using me to seek your revenge?
“Even if Betty wanted to play dirty, that halfwit wouldn’t stand a chance against me. She’d need to be reborn for a better shot.”
Jeremy’s tense jaw relaxed a little. He smiled gently, thinking that Alyssa was rather adorable when she was cussing at others, as long as he was not the subject.
“Even so, Betty is not that dumb. She’s got Sophia backing her. Anything she hasn’t considered, Sophia will help her strategize.”
“Sophia is a calculative cunt. I’m concerned that they might try something against you. I wanted to give you a heads-up so you can be prepared,” said Jeremy.
Alyssa’s clear eyes flickered before she turned away.
“That’s all. I’ll leave you to your work now.” He shot her another loaded gaze before leaving.
“Wait, Jeremy,” she suddenly called out to him. He felt his chest tighten as he swiftly turned back.
“Why did you tell me all of that? You’re the type to look at the big picture. Whoever from the Walsh
Group takes over the Ada Kingsley account will still boost the influence and reputation of Berenike Hotel.
It’s something you’ve been working on.” She threw him a quizzical look. “So, why did you tell me that?”
“Because I want you to win,” he responded with a genuine and innocent look in his eyes. It was a rarity after his many years of hustling in business.
“And why do you want me to win?”
“You were once my wife-“
She cut him off with a scoff. “You never showed me any kindness when we were married. What’s all the talk about gratitude after the divorce? Is this a joke? 2
“Leave, now. I won’t send you off.”
Defeated for the second time, he felt a lump in his chest, as though he had choked on the pastry.
At night, Betty showed up at the Harper Residence. Zoe had called Betty earlier that night, inviting the latter to the Harper Residence to discuss urgent matters.
The ladies shuffled into Zoe’s private music studio and closed the door behind them.
“Zoe, why did you call me so late at night?” Betty sounded curious.
“It’s been five days since KS World announced their partnership with Ada Kingsley. Have you figured out a way to knock out that Alyssa bitch?” Zoe crossed her arms and interrogated Betty.
Betty’s pride was challenged. Her temper flared because no one had ever talked to her with that attitude at home.
She grumbled, “It’s only been five days. I’m not a superhuman, Zoe. It takes time to come up with a
“I was being rash. I didn’t know that the desserts meant so much to you. Sorry,” he apologized, knowing that he was in the wrong. Therefore, he was ready to take whatever she hurled at him.
Her lashes trembled briefly before she turned her back to him and washed her hands in the sink. She remarked impatiently, “I thought you were here for work matters? Spit it out. As you can see, I don’t have all day. You’re just causing trouble here.”