Mr. Chairman’s Devious Wife by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 109

Sofia cradled the mug of tea in her hands, the warmth sceping into her chilled skin. Her eyes darted nervously towards the bathroom door, where the murmur of voices and the sterile scent of disinfectant told her the paramedics were tending to Miss Amores.

Each ciang of a dropped instrument or muffled curse sent a fresh jolt of adrenaline through her. The echo of the gunshot that sounded sharp and final still reverberated in her ears. It was deafening.

She took a small sip of the tea and then winced at its bitterness. Nothing tasted right. The world felt muted, and the vibrant colors of the living room dulled to a washed–out

gray.

Her gaze drifted to the spot on the floor where Lawrence had crumpled, the memory of his lifeless eyes sending a fresh wave of nausea churning in her stomach. He was gone, a monster eliminated, but at what cost?

The metallic tang of blood that was faint but unmistakable lingered in the air. Miss Amores. Was she going to be alright? The image of the secretary, pale and wounded, flashed in Sofia’s mind.

Had she done the right thing? The question hammered at her, a relentless drumbeat against the backdrop of the approaching sirens. Relief warred with a chilling sense of dread.

Just as her mind was about to spiral, she felt a warm hand over hers. Her gaze immediately turned towards Alexander. “He is going to live…” his gaze was kind and gentle. For a moment, she recalled what Lawrence told her. “But there is a probability that he might be disabled.”

Sofia nodded without saying a word. Somehow, his hand around hers felt warmer. She quite liked it.

“Come here…” Alexander said as he pulled her towards his chest. “I’m sorry…”

Sofia said nothing as she bathed herself in his familiar and comforting smell. She closed her eyes as she thought about everything that happened. If Alexander did not arrive… what would have happened? The police informed her that there was a car waiting for Lawrence outside.

Apparently, the driver was Min- Lawrence’s son. He was able to fool everyone by going abroad and quietly coming back to help his father escape. Luckily, he was arrested too.

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However, this was not the only news that they received as Min and Charlotte’s mother

Lianne had been found dead in another motel in California just that morning. Sofia thought that the woman left the States. She was wrong.

startling even herself. Alexander tightened his hold, his silence a comforting weight against her back. He didn’t need to say anything. He understood the storm brewing within her.

just another layer on a horrifying cake, but it wasn’t the grief for a

everything. The terror, the adrenaline, the split–second decision that had altered the very fabric of her reality. A fresh wave of nausea washed over her, and a tremor ran

with emotion. “You’re okay now. You’re safe.”

hot and silent, soaking the front of his shirt. She clung to him, her body shaking with

but at what cost? The echo of the gunshot reverberated in her ears, a constant reminder of the line she had

Alexander’s embrace, surrounded by the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat, she allowed herself to surrender to the raw emotion. He held her

uncertain, but for now, in the haven of his arms, she could let go. The tears would come again, the nightmares too, but for now, she

what came next.

the bathroom door creaked open, immediately drawing their attention. A young paramedic stepped

your

off her feet. Miss Amores would be okay. A flicker of guilt pricked at her conscience. Amidst the chaos, she

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you,” she managed to choke out,

paramedic nodded curtly and turned to help Miss Amores, who emerged from the bathroom with the help of the paramedics.

or ask for him to stop

in his arms until they arrived

next thing that Sofia knew, she was already drifting off to sleep.

room, filtering in through the floral–patterned curtains. The sunlight outside cast a warm, dappled effect across the ceiling, dancing playfully with the dust motes

faint scent of lavender and chamomile, a soothing aroma that instantly put her

painted a pale cream, adorned with simple botanical prints – delicate

armchair sat tucked in a corner, a knitted throw draped casually over its back. The sunlight streamed through the large window, illuminating a bookshelf overflowing with worn paperbacks

flushed, embarrassed by the sudden noise. Just then, a delicious aroma wafted into the room. Her stomach grumbled again, a much louder protest this

a smile playing on his lips. He held a tray piled high with golden brown

voice warm with amusement. “And apparently

burned even hotter. “I, uh…” she stammered, unsure of

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he looked like a model just casually walking out of a magazine.

the lighting of the room?