Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
“Do you have the memory of a goldfish?” she asked with a frown.
“Um, no “
you understand the state of our relationship now? Do you think it’s appropriate for us to do that?”
“Well, it’s still better than spending time with Jameson Schmidt, Jeremy commented enviously.
Simultaneously angered and amused, she retorted, “Hah. I don’t think so.”
“Alyssa, I won’t leave from here unless you meet me tonight,” Jeremy insisted, but she was equally resolute.
She countered, “If you don’t leave, I’ll stay put at Jameson’s villa.”
“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” Jeremy’s eyes flared with intensity as he clutched the left side.
of his chest, struggling to breathe. There was a metallic taste in his throat.
He growled, “Are you staying the night at his place? Do you know what you’re doing?”
Alyssa’s anger surged. She moved to a quiet corner with her back to Jameson, taking a deep breath. before whispering. “Mr. Walsh, I’m thankful for you saving my life, but it doesn’t mean you can force me to do something against my will.”
“I just wanted to share the first snow with you! Nothing more.
“But I don’t want to! That’s the last thing I want!” she yelled at him hysterically, startling him with her
Jameson hurried up to her and gently held her trembling shoulders. He deliberately whispered into her ear, “Lyse, are you okay?”
Jeremy hung onto every word that fell from Jameson’s lips. With her eyes shut, Alyssa shook uncontrollably from head to toe.
She was transported back to that Christmas night two years ago, when Solana City had belatedly seen its first snowfall of the year. Theye had been a car accident, a lot of blood, and the loss of her baby when she had been nine weeks pregnant.
She was crushed by the pain. The accident had cruelly robbed her of the chance to meet her child.
Where had Jeremy been back then? He had traveled to Mosgravia to spend Christmas with Liana.
After Alyssa had sent Newton to the hospital, she had called Jeremy once, just before she lost consciousness. But she had been greeted with a cold, busy tone.
Once more, she felt like she was drowning in a sea of agony. Suddenly, she blacked out and collapsed.
“Lyse!”
Jameson tightly embraced Alyssa the moment she fainted. His eyes grew darker as he spiraled into madness.
Meanwhile, Jeremy found himself lightly dusted with snow. He waited faithfully by the entrance, prepared to spend the night there.
Suddenly, the villa’s gates swung open. Jeremy jolted with excitement, only to feel his heart sink as he witnessed a pale Jameson marching toward him.
He shot Jameson a tense look and curled his fists. He asked, “Where’s Lyse?”
Jameson adjusted his glasses with a menacing grin, filled with the triumph of a victor.
He replied, “She’ll be spending the night at my place. She won’t be going home or watching the snow with you because she’s resting now.
“If you have any decency left and if you care about your image, you should leave immediately. I need to return to her.”
Jeremy felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He retorted, “Jameson, are you happy now? You’re only with Alyssa because you played dirty!”
“Sure. So what?” A greedy look flashed across Jameson’s eyes. His behavior now was completely different from how it was when he was in front of Alyssa.
He gloated, “I’m willing to play dirty for the woman I love. I’m not sorry for it.
“It’s better than some other guys who want to claim the moral high ground after breaking her heart-a scumbag who pretends to be deeply in love with her.”
“Jameson Schmidt!” bellowed Jeremy. The metallic taste in his throat grew thicker.
“From what I heard, you never spent any of your holidays with Lyse throughout your marriage, right?
“You were with Ms. Gardner on Valentine’s Day in the first year of your marriage, Christmas Day in the second year, and of course, on Ms. Gardner’s birthday,” taunted Jameson.
He added, “You should spend this romantic night with Ms. Gardner. You’re only humiliating Alyssa by knocking on her door.”
The color drained from Jeremy’s face. He felt utterly crushed.
“As your rival, I’m only looking into your background because I care about Lyse. I’ll protect her and never make the same mistake,” claimed Jameson, a chilling glint in his eyes.
“Get lost. You’re a despicable human being inside and out. You don’t deserve to be with her.”
After Jameson walked away, silence descended upon the scene. Jeremy remained frozen in the wintry weather. Suddenly, he bent forward, covering his mouth.
His eyes widened as he felt a damp and warm sensation on his palm. Thick blood began to drip onto the floor, mixing with the snow and staining it red.
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When Jameson entered the villa, instead of checking on the unconscious Alyssa, he quietly made his to his study and reviewed the surveillance footage on his computer.
He sat leisurely in the leather chair, ready to watch Jeremy leave in defeat. To his surprise, he witnessed something even more satisfying.
Jeremy knelt on the snowy ground, breathing heavily and with his lips stained with blood.
That was blood. Was he coughing up blood?
“Hahaha! Jeremy Walsh, what a surprise!” Jameson laughed. Staring at the footage, he quickly called
Carl.
“Mr. Schmidt, what can I do for you?”
“Look into Jeremy Walsh’s recent health condition. I need a detailed report on his illnesses, injuries, and hospital stays.”
The next morning, Alyssa woke up groggily, still disoriented.
Her eyes suddenly fluttered open, and she bolted upright in bed. She found herself in a monochromatic the scent of incense wafting through the air, making her feel relaxed.
room,
“This is a man’s bedroom… Jameson’s room?” Alyssa gasped, her head throbbing as if she had been struck in the head.
The only thing she recalled from last night was the fight with Jeremy. After that, her memory blanked.
Heart racing, she quickly left the room.
In the kitchen downstairs, Jameson was making breakfast for Alyssa. He was wearing a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up.
He was bathed in the morning sunlight that cast a gentle, almost ethereal glow over his features. He looked like a soft painting.
Jameson frequently cooked, but he never bothered with an apron as he never wore the same outfit twice.
“Jameson,” Alyssa called out to him. He cast a gentle glance and said, “Lyse, you’re up. How are you feeling?”
“Jameson,” Alyssa began.
“Lyse, didn’t we agree on ‘Jimmy’ from now on?” he teased. He busied himself around the kitchen like a dutiful spouse.
“You weren’t feeling well last night and fainted. I think it might have been a combination of low blood sugar and some moodiness. Don’t worry-although you slept in my room, I didn’t lay a hand on you.”
“I know,” she replied, rubbing her forehead in exhaustion. She wasn’t some inexperienced young lady.
She had no idea about her low blood sugar, but one thing was for sure-she had been upset last night. Her past traumas had a way of triggering painful reactions, putting her in agony each time.
She was quite surprised that she had fainted from the psychological reaction. Jeremy Walsh was indeed a curse.
“Breakfast is ready. Come, Lyse, Jameson coaxed her gently as he set the table. They almost looked like newlyweds, with Jameson playing the part of a devoted husband preparing breakfast for his still- sleepy wife.
“It’s okay. I’m not hungry. Thank you for the offer, though, she responded. After spending the night in a stranger’s home, she already felt uneasy. Having breakfast together was out of the question.
She wasn’t an easy woman.