Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
Alyssa felt a lump in her throat upon hearing Lyla’s reply. Sometimes, she envied Winston for his many wives. She had the thought of inheriting Winston’s business and subsequently forming a harem of her own.
Too bad it was hard to come across decent men. It would be pointless to have a harem if she could only
“Lyse.” A stern voice interrupted her thoughts. Turning around, she saw Jonah in his black pastor’s robe with a Bible in his left hand. He gracefully descended the white marble stairs.
“Hey, Jonah.
“Please don’t hurry back yet. I need to have a talk with you.”
In the tea room, Jonah made Alyssa some fragrant tea. She watched him prepare the tea with much admiration. His grace could rival that of a royal prince.
It seemed impossible to find Jonah a woman who could match his class and poise.
Jonah gently handed her the cup of tea and asked calmly, “Lyse, are you at all interested in Jameson?”
“Huh?” Alyssa went blank and nearly dropped the cup.
“I’m serious.”
“No. Nada. Nein. Non,” Alyssa replied firmly, shaking her head.
“Okay then. You shouldn’t keep too much contact with him,” Jonah advised, sipping on his tea elegantly.
“Um, Jameson’s the one who came to me. I never wanted to be close to him,” she argued.
“And you neither accepted his feelings nor rejected them? What does that make you, a player?” teased
Jonah,
“What are you talking about? I’m not! How could you say that about your sister?” Alyssa countered, her face blushing in anger.
“Lyse, if you’re not interested in him, you need to set boundaries. What you’re doing now is giving him false hope.”
After a brief pause, Jonah lowered his voice and cautioned, “You know, Jameson Schmidt is even more calculating then we initially thought. What we’ve uncovered so far is just the tip of the iceberg.
Consider this: he returned from Kontina after a 15-year absence and suddenly became close to you. You’re a Taylor, and we’re entrusting KS Group to you.
“You’re a princess, a queen. Ifyou were more high-profile, you would have been the most eligible bachelorette in Cyrris.
“I can’t shake the feeling that Jameson might have ulterior motives-I don’t trust him.”
He furrowed his brow and continued, “I know this might sound harsh, but, to me, Jameson is even worse than Jeremy.”
“Jonah!” Alyssa exclaimed, gripping her cup tightly as her heart raced.
Jonah remarked, “At least Jeremy is honest with the woman he loves.”
Alyssa tightened her grip, her eyes welling up with tears. She retorted, “You’re right. He was so devoted to Liana Gardner that he enlisted in the military and went to war after she broke up with him!”
“But isn’t it true that he risked his life for you? He’s still dealing with the repercussions of those old injuries. I’m concerned there might be long-term effects.”
Alyssa grew more and more anxious. Her eyes darkened. She refuted, “That’s a different thing altogether.”
“Lyse, you weren’t blind when you fell for him. He was brutally honest about the fact that he didn’t love you,” Jonah explained with a sigh.
He leaned forward and grasped her cold hand. “At the very least, Jeremy has never lied to you. I don’t care about other flaws, but your partner shouldn’t be dishonest with you.”
Her eyes wavered, and she hung her head silently.
After bidding farewell to the Taylors, Alyssa and Sean returned to Solana City. As they neared the freeway, Alyssa suddenly suggested, “Let’s make a detour to Seaview Manor.”
Sean wore a slight frown but, agreed. “Sure.”
Upon their arrival at the manor, Alyssa decided to call Rosie instead of Jeremy.
Rosie answered with concern, “Madam, I won’t lie to you. Mr. Walsh hasn’t been home for a few days.
I’ve tried calling him, but he seldom picks up. He sounds weak yet insists everything is fine when I ask.
Alyssa’s chest tightened as if something had clamped down on it.
Rosie went on, “I knew him well because I raised him. He’s the type who doesn’t like to worry others. He always keeps to himself when he’s sick or in trouble, and he refuses to tell me, no matter how many times
I ask.
*Madam, can you get in touch with him? I’m so worried for him!” Rosie sounded like she was about to cry.
“Mrs. Rosie, don’t panic. I’ll find him,” Alyssa gently comforted her. Even if Jeremy refused to meet everyone, she believed he would never turn her down.
Following the call, Alyssa pondered and decided to contact Xavier. She began, “Hello, Mr. Hall.”
“M-Ms. Alyssa! Good evening. Xavier replied with a hint of panic in his voice, a stark contrast from his usual warm demeanor. She was sure that he had something to hide.
“Where’s Mr. Walsh? He’s not at home, so where did he go?” Alyssa impatiently interrogated Xavier with a frown.
“M-Mr. Walsh is on a business trip,” Xavier explained.
“Xavier Hall, if you lie to me, there will be consequences,” Alyssa warned him in an intimidating tone.
“Madam, I’ll tell you everything, even if Mr. Walsh fires me for it,” Xavier finally confessed with a teary voice.
“Please check on him now. He’s in a poor state. I fear something terrible might happen to him!”
Meanwhile, Jeremy was recuperating at a private villa in a nearby suburb.
On that particular day, he had taken the medication, marking the conclusion of his first round of treatment. He was aware that Alyssa’s employees would deliver the medication for the second round later on.
He believed Alyssa was only repaying him for his help, not doing it out of genuine affection for him.
Throughout the day, he had experienced mild chest pains. To his surprise, a high fever struck him during the night.
“Xavier? Xavier?” he croaked, his throat parched and sore, as he struggled to keep his eyes open.
After a while, he remembered that he had sent Xavier on an errand to pick up some important documents from Walsh Group. Xavier was probably on the way right now.
He managed to rise from the bed, only to discover that his sheets were soaked in sweat. His hair clung to his forehead, and his entire body was drenched, as if he had fallen into a pool.
Changing into fresh pajamas, he went downstairs to get some water. The doorbell rang just then.
Puzzled, he approached the intercom and turned on the video feed. When Alyssa’s radiant face appeared on the screen, his eyes brightened with excitement as his heart raced.
“Jeremy Walsh, I know you’re in there. Open the door,” she demanded, her gaze unwavering as she stared into the camera.
He remained silent, his lips pressed together.
Her anger flaring, she threatened, “Are you faking your death, or are you truly dead? Open the door now! If you want to draft a will, go ahead. If you don’t have one, I’ll come in and take care of your affairs.”
Jeremy coughed, taken aback by her words.
Growing concerned, Alyssa began banging on the door, saying, “I see through your little game. If you refuse to open the door, I’ll just stay here until-
The door su cuttin open, her off mid-sentence. Jeremy, dressed in navy pajamas and looking pale, stood before her, smiling weakly but still managing to look good.
He welcomed her, “Ms. Alyssa, it’s cold outside. Please come in.”
It would hurt his heart to make her stand in the cold.
Alyssa’s heart skipped a beat as she saw Jeremy, who had visibly lost weight and appeared sickly.
Hadn’t he been taking his medication on time? He had seemed fine not too long ago, so how had his condition deteriorated so quickly?
She bit her lower lip and went in. He tried to pull himself together as he led her to the living room.
He inquired, “What brings you here? Did Xavier tell you my address?”
“Don’t blame him. He did it for your own good,” Alyssa replied. She took a seat on the couch and fixed at penetrating gaze on him.