Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
The moment Jeremy turned around, Alyssa grabbed his hand and looked at him with her beautiful eyes.
Her cheeks flushed with a tempting blush as she coquettishly asked, “Do you have to go now? Can you bear to have me bathe alone?”
Jeremy’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and his eyes were filled with desire. The veins on his hand bulge, subtly twitching.
“I can’t bear to, but for the past two days, you haven’t been sleeping well because of me. If we do it again tonight, I’m afraid your waist won’t be able to handle it.”
As soon as he finished his sentence, a glint appeared in Alyssa’s eyes. With a gentle flick of her fingertips, the only bath towel left on her slender body slipped off completely.
In an instant, Jeremy’s breathing became heavy. His already weak willpower shattered at once.
He lowered his eyes and kissed Alyssa’s soft lips passionately. While doing that, he unbuttoned the buttons of his shirt.
However, he only managed to unbutton one as he tore the rest open. Expensive crystal buttons fell into the misty bathroom like his shattered reason.
While kissing her, he lifted her and stepped into the large bathtub.
Alyssa hooked her arms around his neck, emitting a soft, delicate moan as she melted into his embrace.
Her slender fingers grasped the edge of the bathtub as she sank down and then floated up again.
Ripples layered upon layers. The scene was enchanting.
After a passionate exchange, Alyssa lay exhausted on the bed, deeply embraced by Jeremy from behind.
“Do you dare seduce me again, you little enchantress?” Jeremy buried his face in the nape of her neck, inhaling her fragrance.
“Are you blaming me?” Alyssa felt ticklish and shrank her neck. “It’s all because you can’t control yourself. You should train your willpower. Hmph!”
“You’re so cruel. How could you bear to let a lion eat grass?” Jeremy chuckled helplessly.
Alyssa turned over in his arms. When she faced him, she asked softly with a teasing tone, “Jeremy, I said that if Amber is willing to join us, I’ll take her in. You really don’t mind?”
“As long as it’s your decision, I don’t mind.”
“I knew it. You guys don’t understand my thoughts.” Alyssa sighed softly.
“Right, she’s Jameson’s trusted subordinate, and she once worked with Jameson to set you up with that face. She even successfully caused me to develop almost irreparable misunderstandings toward you. That resentment is quite difficult to resolve.” “But reason tells me that what you’re doing is right.” Jeremy’s hot lips landed on her forehead. “Turning a high-ranking member of the enemy’s side is much more valuable than destroying her.”
Alyssa nodded repeatedly.
“Jameson has Amber and Carl. They can be said to be his left and right-hand men. Carl is like Xavier to me, completely devoted, and there’s no crack at letting us in.
“But Amber is a woman. Being arranged by Jameson to work at a place like The Millennium, she must have suffered a lot over the years and is probably at her limit. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have taken such a risk to help Axel escape.”
Alyssa toyed with Jeremy’s Adam’s apple with her fingertips. “Do you know why I think we can get through Amber? It’s not because she’s fallen, and it’s not because she’s taken a liking to Axel. It’s because she has my face.”
Jeremy was slightly taken aback. “Your… face?”
Alyssa said, “I believe that Amber is a pawn Jameson prepared long ago. Even if not, he might have forcibly deprived her of her original face and turned her into me just to satisfy his despicable desires because he can’t get me.”
Alyssa trembled with anger in Jeremy’s embrace. “It’s understandable if she became even more beautiful after the surgery. But who would willingly become someone else’s substitute and lose their true self?
“Does she truly accept walking in the sunlight, only to be pointed at and called Alyssa Taylor? Do you know what that means? It means, in this world, that girl named Amber is dead even if she’s still alive.”
Jeremy felt a chill run down his spine instantly.
“Now, she’s secretly passing evidence to us through Axel. That’s her act of rebellion. She’s no longer willing to submit to Jameson and be a ridiculous stand-in.”
“That makes sense. I’ve never thought of that, Lyse.”
After pondering for a moment, Jeremy suddenly asked with concern, “Do you think that Axel might develop feelings for Amber after their interaction?”
“No, Axel is even more immune to love than Jonah,” Alyssa replied without hesitation.
“Jonah has been single for so many years because he likes men, while Axel is because of the nature of his profession.
“He told me before that in order to complete the tasks assigned by the organization, he has seduced 80, if not 100 women over the course of a year. He’s immune to love a long time ago.”
“80?” Jeremy was dumbfounded by the astonishing number. “Is Axel’s body… okay?”
“What are you thinking?”
Alyssa poked his forehead with her finger. “Axel sells his talent but not his body, okay? Anyway, don’t worry. What you’re worried about will never happen.”
Early the next morning, Rose went out to buy groceries.
She returned to the kitchen in her studio while humming happily as she prepared meals and snacks for Alyssa.
As lunchtime approached, she was about to call Alyssa when her assistant rushed in.
“Ms. Emerson, there’s a visitor.”
“Do we have an appointment?”
“No.”
“Did you just start working with me yesterday? My rule is no appointments, no meetings.”
The assistant frowned helplessly. “I told her, but this lady is very stubborn. She said she’ll stay here until she sees you.”
“What the hell? What kind of shrew is that?”
With her hands on her hips, Rose decisively waved her hand. “Forget about her. Let her do whatever she wants. If she can stay until nighttime, I’ll prepare a sleeping bag for her.”
The assistant nodded reluctantly. Just as she was about to leave, Rose stopped her.
“Do you know who that woman is?”
“She said her name is Clarissa Sparks, the wife of the Schmidt family’s eldest son.”
At the mention of the Schmidt family, Rose’s gaze instantly darkened. She took off her apron at once. “Take her to my office. I’ll meet with her.”
When Rose got to her office, she found Clarissa standing stiffly, waiting for her. “Are you Clarissa Sparks?”
At the sound of her name, Clarissa hurriedly rose to her feet. “Ms. Emerson.”
Rose studied her with surprise. She had expected the matriarch of the Schmidt family to exude grace and authority, not the demeanor she encountered.
Clarissa only wore a simple white suit with her hair in a neat bun. Though her makeup was impeccably applied, it couldn’t hide the exhaustion etched on her face.
“Ms. Sparks, please take a seat,” Rose said, masking her initial resentment toward a meeting with a member of the Schmidt family. She decided to withhold her emotions and assess the situation first.
“Ms. Emerson, I apologize for this sudden visit, but I desperately need your help in designing an evening gown,” Clarissa pleaded. “Money is no object. I can pay you double or even triple what others would offer. All I ask is for your expertise. Please, I implore you!”
“Ms. Sparks, I am merely a designer. It seems excessive for you to beg,” Rose remarked, noticing Clarissa’s trembling hand as she held her cup. It was evident she was not in a stable state of mind.
Rose softened her tone. “Since establishing my workshop, I have always operated by appointment only. Making exceptions would disrupt our production schedule and compromise the quality of our work, which wouldn’t be fair to our clients or our reputation. Therefore, I hope you understand¡ª”
Before Rose could finish, Clarissa sank to her knees before her.
“What are you doing, Ms. Sparks?” Rose panicked and quickly went to pull her up.
As she pulled Clarissa up, Clarissa’s sleeves slid up.
Rose unintentionally caught a glimpse of a few large bruises and bloody marks on her arm.
Rose’s mind reeled from the shock.
As Rose witnessed Clarissa’s distress, her thoughts drifted to her own past, where her mother endured humiliation to provide her with a better life. The haunting image of her abusive father flashed through her mind, a reminder of the pain her mother endured.
“I need to place an order for an evening gown. Only a masterpiece from you can surpass all others. Your designs would overshadow them all.”
Clarissa shuddered. She wanted to cry, but she was without tears. “I won’t get up until you agree to help me.”
“Please don’t do this. Get up, and we’ll talk.”