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.

escaped her lips, startling even herself. Alexander tightened his hold, his silence a comforting weight against her back. He didn’t need to

news about Lianne was just another layer on a horrifying cake, but it wasn’t the grief for a woman she barely knew that caused

her, and

his voice rough with emotion. “You’re

shirt. She clung to him, her

for what she felt. She had survived, yes, but at what cost? The echo

wrapped in Alexander’s embrace, surrounded by the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat, she allowed herself to surrender to the

come again, the nightmares too, but for now, she had this – a moment of solace, a

came next.

open, immediately drawing their attention.

said gently. “The ambulance is ready for your friend. She’s lost some blood, but she’ll be alright with

wave so fierce it almost knocked her off her feet. Miss Amores would be okay. A flicker of guilt pricked at her conscience.

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to choke out, her voice

who emerged from the

carried her out of the flat. This time, she did not ask where they were going or ask for him to stop carrying her as she

until they arrived in his car and left the

knew, she was already drifting

woke up, Sofia found herself in an unfamiliar room. Instead, a soft golden glow filled the room, filtering in through the floral–patterned curtains. The

a quilt that felt impossibly soft, the woven pattern a kaleidoscope of calming blues and lavenders. The air held a faint scent of lavender and chamomile, a soothing aroma that instantly put her at ease. Her gaze drifted around

were painted a pale cream, adorned with simple

corner, a knitted throw draped casually over its back. The sunlight streamed through the large window, illuminating a bookshelf

her stomach, shattering the peaceful silence. Sofia flushed, embarrassed by the sudden noise. Just then,

on his lips. He held a tray piled high with golden brown pancakes drizzled with warm syrup and topped with a mountain of fresh

he said, his voice warm with amusement. “And apparently

“I, uh…” she stammered, unsure of what to say.

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sweatpants yet, he looked like

the lighting of the room?