Boss, Your Wife is Asking for A Divorce, Again!

“What?” Sonia frowned and turned to see where the voice was coming from, but before she could get a proper look at the commotion, her body was suddenly pulled into a rough embrace.

Toby had his arms wound tightly around her as he spun her toward the other side before a second later, the sound of glass breaking came from the space where Sonia had been standing earlier. It was then followed by an intense sizzling that mimicked the low buzz of an electric current.

At that moment, he let out a low grunt.

Upon hearing the pain in his voice, she looked up at him. As she was alarmed by the large beads of cold sweat on his forehead and his pallor, she urged, “What is it? Are you okay?”

He released his grip on her without answering her and clamped his left hand over his right wrist by his side, which trembled slightly.

Her gaze fell on his right hand before her breath hitched as she stammered, “Y-Your hand—”

“My hand’s fine. What about you? Are you okay?” He looked up at her, his face pale as he appraised her anxiously and she could tell that the fear in his eyes were genuine.

She opened and closed her mouth, unable to describe her complicated emotions into words. Is he an idiot? His own hand is injured, but all he cares about is whether I’m okay!

Toby stiffened at her lack of response. “Are you hurt?”

Sonia shook her head. “No.”

He held his gaze on her for a few more beats; it was only after he was certain she was telling the truth that he let out a small sigh of relief. As he flashed her a feeble smile, he assured, “That’s good.”

“Good? What the hell are you talking about?” She bit on her lip as she glowered at him. “Look at your hand!”

“It’s nothing,” he insisted.

Sonia pointed at his hand as an incredulous, humorless laugh escaped her. “Oh, it’s nothing?”

There was an open wound the size of a date on the back of his right hand. The skin looked like it had been peeled off from the mess that was blood and flesh; and the edges of the wound were erratic and burnt black—the result of a harsh corrosion.

Sonia could easily whittle down the list of potential substances capable of such erosion to one thing—acid!

to the spot where she had been standing earlier. It didn’t take long for her to put two and two together when she saw how the corrosive substance had spilled all over the driver’s side of the car. The acid had eaten away at the paint on the car before dripping and pooling into a sizzling puddle

out, the man who called her a wretched woman had flung a bottle of acid at her in an attempt to kill her on the spot. When Toby saw this, he instantly reacted by pulling her into his arms and shielding her from the acid. However, when the glass bottle landed on the car and shattered, a

bottle of acid

would have been disfigured beyond repair. She would then lock herself away

her as such thoughts flashed in her mind, but that was quickly replaced by

eyes rimmed red as she glared at the person who

gloves stuffed into his mouth to prevent him from speaking. Even so, the look on his face was menacing enough to make anyone’s

no idea who he was, much less why he held such a wicked grudge against her. That didn’t matter, though, because everything would come to light as soon

entire incident as well as

yet here they were, bearing witness to it in reality. Before long, they came to the collective consensus that they must spread

side. Her brows were knitted tightly together as she gazed at his hand, and the look in

your keys,” she demanded hastily. “I have to drop you off at the hospital and

gaze and answered, “The keys

which were redundant and a waste of precious time, given how she was in a rush

could tell that Sonia was frustrated. Since he did not dare to dawdle a fraction longer, he

exact location of his keys, Sonia rubbed the divot between her brows and reached into the left

his left hand was completely fine,

pocket, and he could feel the softness and warmth of her paw through the thin fabric. His skin tickled where her fingers brushed

it was only after she met his dark, piercing gaze

all the way to the tips of her ears and she quickly grappled for the keys before withdrawing her hand. She looked the other way in embarrassment and averted his gaze. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to

keys that

hand, swallowed convulsively and responded hoarsely, “It’s fine.

at this and she hummed in response

on it. He sighed a little and swiftly changed the subject. “Did you get

Grateful to move on from the embarrassing incident, Sonia opened up her palm to reveal the car

the

as for that man over there…” A freezing look passed over her delicate face as she glanced at the culprit, who was kneeling on the tarmac as the head of security