Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
“I’m one of Ms. Alyssa’s many admirers, Jameson said gently, his eyes locked onto Alyssa as if she were the sole reason for his existence. “And I’m currently courting her.”
Alyssa’s eyes widened in shock as the reporters erupted into gasps and exclamations.
Attending this event turned out to be an absolute win for them tonight, as they were bombarded with breaking news one after another. It was enough to guarantee them a three-month commission!
Suddenly, someone barged in from the side, yanking Alyssa away from Jameson and swiftly removing her from the scene.
“Let me go, Jeremy!” Alyssa yelped, too weak to struggle. “You-bastard! Thug!”
But Jeremy ignored her protests. He was entirely focused on taking her away.
The crowd looked at one another in surprise and apprehension. They couldn’t help but wonder if he was another one of Alyssa’s admirers.
A storm was gathering on the horizon.
When they reached a quiet hallway, Alyssa mustered all her energy to push Jeremy away. She succeeded, but Jeremy ended up pulling her into his arms again.
An arm hooked around her waist. He was worried that she might escape.
It had been so long since he’d desired a woman like this.
Irrespective of his current state of mind, he couldn’t deny the rampant longing coursing through his veins, enflaming his entire being.
“What the fuck are you doing now?” Alyssa cried weakly. Tears clung to her lashes with how much pain she was in.
“What… What do I have to do for you to finally go easy on me, Alyssa?” Jeremy growled, his body strung tight as a bowstring.
Alyssa snorted, too unbothered to further entertain this man and his hysterical delusions. “Let me go- now. Or don’t blame me for doing something you’d regret. I’m going to give you three seconds…”
“Do you question my ability to protect you? Or do you just want to insult me like this?” Jeremy’s grip around her waist tightened.
He had bore witness to Jameson’s blatant confession earlier.
His ex-wife… His woman being cradled so tenderly in another man’s arms, being cared for. That man even tried to take her away from him. His heart had been in so much pain, and all that was left was fervent rage.
“Three,” Alyssa hissed.
“Alyssa-“
Silver glinted in the low hallway light before a butterfly knife was pressed up against Jeremy’s chest.
Jeremy flinched violently.
They used to be husband and wife. Why had it come to this?
The blade didn’t need to pierce his heart for it to be riddled with pain.
“Landon was the last person to see this blade’s end. He learned his lesson, however.”
Alyssa tilted her head, a sharp glint in her eyes.
“I’m sure someone as intelligent as you wouldn’t need me to shove this between your ribs for you to know better, no?”
“What does he have that I don’t?” Jeremy asked hoarsely.
Alyssa was caught by surprise. “What?”
“What does Jameson have that I don’t?” Jeremy asked again, slowly walking closer to her even as the pressure of the blade’s tip began increasing.
It was as if he didn’t care about his own life anymore.
“Stay away, Jeremy!” Alyssa cried, taking meek steps backward, though her blade never left Jeremy’s chest. “Do you really think I won’t hurt you?”
“Why would you be with him? Is it … Is it all just to get revenge on me?” Jeremy’s voice trembled, oblivious to the pain caused by the blade’s tip on his skin.
“Who else would I be with? You?” Alyssa scowled. “It’s not like we haven’t tried that. You were the one who ended it all.”
Alyssa always knew just what to say.
Jeremy took sharp, painful breaths as he felt her words strike a chord deep within his chest, causing his entire being to go numb. Yet, he knew she was telling nothing but the truth..
“Lyse!”
Alyssa turned to look at the source of the sound. She found Jameson standing at the other end of the hallway, his eyes burning with emotion.
“You’re still in pain, Lyse. Let me take you to the hospital, please?” Jameson asked gently, extending a hand toward her.
He didn’t care for the silly game Jeremy was playing. He was now employing a different tactic to show how much he cared for Alyssa and doted on her-to show her that he was the one who loved her the most.
“Okay.”
Alyssa tucked away her butterfly knife and strode over to Jameson, as if having made her choice between him and Jeremy.
The latter stood where he was, frozen in place as he watched Alyssa say, “Let’s go, then.”
Jameson retracted his hand. “Let’s.”
The two exited the hallway, walking side by side as though they were a couple, leaving Jeremy alone in the shadows, looking utterly dejected.
Slowly, he grasped the aching center of his chest, feeling a surge of heat behind his eyes.
“I just want you to look at me, Alyssa.”
Jameson rushed to the hospital with Alyssa in tow.
She was in so much pain when they arrived that she couldn’t move. Her complexion was as pale as snow.
Her suffering today was a result of her time as a volunteer doctor overseas, where their meals were always inconsistent in both schedule and portion.
“I’ll get a wheelchair right away!” Carl cried.
“No need.”
Jameson lifted Alyssa into his arms and carried her into the hospital.
“Shit! Ouch…” Alyssa panted weakly.
“You told me not to simply do this the last time.”
Jameson held her with such gentleness and protectiveness.
He continued, “But I have no choice right now, so… don’t be mad at me, okay?”
His secretary, Carl, was left speechless by his boss’ behavior.
When had this cold, lethal man ever been so tender and warm to women?
Carl was uncertain how Jameson’s pride would ever return if Alyssa didn’t marry him.
Alyssa finally got her rest after midnight. She had an IV hooked up to her arm as she slept in a hospital bed.
It was a rare sight, too, as she was never one to let her guard down around men she wasn’t close with. It was even rarer for her to permit Jameson to stay by her side for the time being.
All that could be heard in the room was Alyssa’s soft breathing as Jameson remained by her side like a silent protector.
As she turned in her sleep and a soft whimper escaped her lips, Jameson swallowed hard, feeling a rush of heat surge through his veins.
Women had always thrown themselves at him all these years, whether in Cyrris or Kontina, regardless of their social stature. The more they did this, the more boring and disgusting Jameson found them.
Only Alyssa could make him feel anything these days.
He would do anything in the world to enable her to continue triumphing and carving her path in this city.
Jameson slowly raised his hand to touch Alyssa’s cheek.
Just then, his secretary messaged him.