Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
“Are you suggesting that I take advantage of Lyse’s influence?”
Jeremy inquired with a cold edge.
Xavier froze and hurriedly clarified, “No! You’d never take advantage of her, of course!”
Jeremy snorted. “Xavier, you’ll need to get checked by Dr. Lovelace one day. He’s a neurologist.”
Xavier put on an apologetic and fearful smile. Admittedly, Jeremy’s personality had improved ever since he dated Alyssa. In the past, Jeremy would threaten to fire him or tell him off. At least now, Jeremy seemed concerned about his mental health, or at least that was what
Xavier believed.
After a moment of silence, Jeremy noticed the suffocating feeling in his chest. He thought of all the hardships he endured during his time at the Walsh Group. Yet, at the end of the day, Javier treated him as disposable.
“Xavier, let’s go home.” Jeremy shut his eyes and took a deep breath. He said lovingly, “Gosh, I missed her so …”
Alyssa was alone at home. She hummed a tune while placing a hand on her hip and stirring the soup with a ladle.
Rosie had found a friend in the neighborhood lately-a fellow maid. Alyssa granted Rosie time off to spend with her newfound companion.
As Alyssa was injured on the waist, she suffered from pain, and her
Jeremy was out all day for work, she wanted to make a hot meal for him.
Recalling her excellent culinary skills, she chuckled at her old self, who sought to win Jeremy’s heart through delicious meals. The notion seemed so absurd in retrospect.
True love had nothing to do with a wife’s culinary skills. A man who truly loved a woman would still find her attractive at her worst.
Alyssa was too focused on cooking and did not notice Jeremy creeping up to her.
She gasped when he pulled her into a hug, his masculine scent enveloping her senses.
He grumbled, “Why are you moving around when I’m not at home? You’re injured and need rest.” He tightened his grip on her waist with desire, but she kept quiet about the discomfort.
Instead, she placed her right hand on the back of his hand and patted it. She allowed him to hug her for as long as he wished. His heavy breath on her neck sent electric shivers through her.
Suddenly detecting a faint tobacco scent, she questioned, “Did you smoke?”
“Sorry, Lyse. I couldn’t resist,” he rasped, resting his chin on her shoulder. Rubbing his chin against her skin, he vowed, “I won’t do it again.”
“Anything troubling you?” she wondered, feeling worried when she sensed his low mood.
“Nothing.”
“Did Javier give you trouble at work?” she mused wittily, as observant as ever.
Smiling bitterly, he teased her, “I’ll need to perform a body scan. Did you put a hidden camera somewhere on me?”
“Yeah. It’s here.” She turned, poking his heart. “Did he confront you about Sophia?”
“I hosted a meeting and stripped Sophia of her role in the company. He didn’t seem pleased about it. I think he wanted to protect her.” Jeremy sounded flat. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear,
“Nah, Javier didn’t confront you to protect Sophia. At the end of the day, he was trying to protect his reputation. Everyone was talking about the tragic fates of the women associated with him. I bet there are lots of conspiracy theories out there,” Alyssa bluntly expressed her thoughts in front of Jeremy.
He agreed, “I know. My dad is a selfish man.” Feeling uneasy, he let out a frustrated sigh, worried that he had let her down again.
He promised, “Don’t worry about it. We’ll move out of Seaview Manor when we’re married and get our own place.”
The talk of marriage made Alyssa blush. Her heart raced.
“If you prefer more time with your family, I’ll stay in Belbanks with you. If you’re worried about Grandpa, we can buy a villa at Crescent Bay to stay close to him.” Jeremy smiled as he pictured their future together.
“Grandpa called me two days ago to check on my injury. He told me that he was fed up with Solana
City and its petty people. He would much prefer the down-to-earth nature of the Belbanks natives, and he thought of moving to Belbanks with me,” she sweetly revealed.
“Anything you like.” Jeremy, defenseless against her charm, kissed her passionately. Their breaths mingled as their tongues danced.
A while later, she pulled away, face flushed. “Living in Belbanks might be troublesome for your job.
You’ll spend four hours on the commute.”
“Lyse, if you’re planning a future with me in it, does it mean you’re willing to marry me?” Jeremy flashed a cheeky grin and pinched Alyssa’s cheek.
Alyssa protested, “No! I’m not marrying you. That was …”
She had just thought that his proposal was shabby.
At the police station, Cyrus was facing a dilemma. The time limit for Sophia’s detention had lapsed, and both the Walsh family and his superiors were exerting pressure to release Sophia within the next two hours.
The clock was ticking.
Simon Lynch emerged from the interrogation room after speaking with Sophia. He strolled over to
Cyrus’ desk, arrogantly crossing his legs. Lifting his chin, he sneered, “Chief Taylor, I understand your desire to seek justice for your sister, but everyone is equal under the law. No innocent citizen shall be treated unfairly.
“Abusing your authority against Sophia serves no purpose. It only exposes your inadequacy as a law enforcement officer. You’re too young, lacking the experience and vision of your seniors.”
“Are you saying that Sophia Kirkman is an innocent citizen?” Cyrus raised a skeptical brow and directed a piercing gaze at Simon’s smug face. “Mr. Lynch, you’re full of shit. Why else would you have said that?”
“You¡ª” Simon’s face reddened with anger. As he was about to slam the table, he held back at the thought of his social standing. He gritted his teeth. “Chief Taylor, you’d be naive to think I can’t take action against you because you’re Winston Taylor’s son. What you did was a personal attack. I could file a complaint against you.”
“Do it if you dare,” Cyrus smirked, knowing fully that Simon was nothing more than a bully who preyed on the weak. Sometimes, he couldn’t help but muse about the stark contrast between Sean, the gentleman, and his wretched older brother Simon.
“Chief Taylor, it’s time to give up,” Simon remarked.
He leaned against the chair and haughtily checked his wristwatch. “You have two hours. What’s the point of putting up a futile defense? The outcome will not change. You’re just a lowly policeman who could change nothing. If I were you, I’d rather act in the capacity of Cyrus Taylor. That might be more effective in getting what you want.” “Hah, what nonsense. Who do you think you are?” Cyrus stared squarely at Simon’s annoying face and emphasized, “Sophia Kirkman will be detained until the time is up, even if there are only two hours left.” Simon shrugged. “I’m fine with it as long as it doesn’t stop me from catching up on my TV show tonight.”
Beneath Cyrus’ composed demeanor, he clenched his fist in silent frustration, cursing Simon for being passive-aggressive.
Was there no hope for a miracle in Sophia’s case?
At that moment, a policewoman rushed over, exclaiming, “Chief Taylor, someone has turned himself in!”
“Which case is this?”
“It’s Sophia Kirkman’s case. The man claims he supplied Sophia with drugs. He has evidence proving her drug use!”
Upon hearing this, Cyrus’s eyes lit up, his heart racing. Meanwhile, Simon held his breath, stunned by the unexpected turn of events.
Jeremy realized that he had acted brashly when Alyssa ignored him. Alyssa had suffered enough when she was with him.
Although he was overwhelmed with emotions, he knew he had to make amends. How could he imagine their life after marriage before he even prepared a grand proposal for her?
It was patient and kind of her to not lose her temper with him.
Alyssa gasped, “Oh, my soup!” The soup sputted and spilled over. She hurriedly cleaned up the mess.
Looking at the boiling soup and the food in the rising steam, he teared up but quickly wiped away the teardrop. Wanting to help Alyssa, he rolled up his sleeves to clean the kitchen and set the table without bothering to change into casual wear.
Jeremy was pushed to tears because he felt sorry and guilty for his behavior. He could have enjoyed such a delightful home life in his three years of marriage, but he never appreciated her effort.
Fortunately, he was able to win her back, and he resolved not to let go of her.
“The weather’s warming up lately. I made some desserts for you. Give them a taste.” She picked up a piece of ice cream cake and sent it to his mouth.
He leaned toward her and opened his mouth, but she cheekily moved away and held the slice of cake between her lips, winking at him to tease him.
Aroused, he held the back of her neck and bit off half of the cake. After swallowing, he kissed her passionately, causing her to gasp and moan.
After some snogging, she felt her body weakening from the arousal. Even her nightdress was stained by the strains of saliva. He held her waist and marveled at her perfect figure underneath the nightdress.
His eyes traveled all across her body, taking her in. At the same time, his manhood hardened, fully aroused.
“How was it? Sweet?” She placed a hand on his shoulder and wiped away the crumbs on his lips with her finger.
“You’re sweeter,” he replied, eyes full of desire as he sucked on her fingertip.