Chapter 275

Alex recalled vividly that Owen's guards were all lying cold and lifeless in pools

of their own blood.

"Josephine," he said, his voice laced with a dark intensity, "when one chooses to

walk the shadowed path for too long, they inevitably become the very demons

they once feared. Even if he has a shred of decency left, when Judgment rains

down, he'll drown in it."

"What are you trying to say?" Josephine's voice quivered, eyes wide with

confusion.

"The police already got to them. And given that your so-called kind-hearted

bodyguard was standing right alongside Owen, he won't escape the storm that's

coming. The law won't be merciful.

Josephine's shoulders sank as she released a weary sigh.

"He was supposed to walk away sooner..."

Alex softened his tone, compassion mingling with his determination.

"Listen, since he tried to help you at the last moment, perhaps we should find his

family later and offer them some support. What do you think?"

A faint, grateful smile lit Josephine's face, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"Thank you, Alex."

"You get some rest," Alex instructed gently, rising from his seat.

"There's still work left for me tonight."

Josephine reached out, her voice hesitant. "Alex, wait-do you know what

happened to Owen?"

"He's alive," Alex replied tersely, his eyes clouding over with uncertainty.

"But the punishment he'll face-I promise you, it won't be gentle.

Josephine nodded slowly, accepting his words, then hesitated once more. "And

what about his friend-Scarlett?"

At the mention of Scarlett's name, Alex's gaze flashed with a terrifying fury, before

quickly masking it with icy calmness.

"What about her?" he asked, his voice dangerously soft.

Josephine's face twisted in pain and humiliation as she confessed, "Owen didn't

plan to rape me at first, but that vile woman, Scarlett-she called him, urged him to

rape me. I want her punished too. Can you pass that information to the police?"

Alex's mouth curled into a menacing smile, eyes burning with cold promise.

"Consider it done. Now, sleep tight, Josephine."

Descending quietly into the clinic below, Alex halted in astonishment.

The entire room, once a chaotic mess, had been meticulously organized,

scrubbed spotless, gleaming softly in the pale lamplight.

Sophia lay sleeping, her graceful form hunched gently over the table, exhaustion

etched deeply into her lovely features.

Her brows knitted slightly, conveying silent worry even in her dreams.

painfully; so much

love, pain, longing, and

her tenderly, his

torment

their lives so brutally yet irresistibly, filled with roses

they were

took a blanket, softly draping

the brief closeness. Determined not to disturb her

tidying the remaining clutter, his movements methodical and

was perfect, Alex moved to the kitchen, skillfully preparing

simple yet nourishing meal.

practiced

an aroma as

a warm embrace.

hungry after such an exhausting

a tempting fragrance

consciousness.

heart quickening as

soup

back," she gasped softly, worry filling her beautiful eyes.

anywhere?"

gently, his voice

Thank you-for

eyes shyly. "I waited for you,

off. I didn't even

not to mention that

he smiled knowingly, "You

I'm fine," Sophia protested weakly, though

with a

chuckled warmly, eyes twinkling with soft

stomach disagrees. Eat

eyes tracing the bowl

"Thank you, Alex."

One spoonful was enough.

eyes widened instantly, sparkling with genuine surprise

incredible!" she exclaimed, unable to

exactly how I love chicken

masking the careful diligence

meal months

I had no idea," he lied smoothly, a

savoring the

from her face.

was just a man trying

Once upon a time-

the bitter shadow of divorce

had emptied

the savory broth.

steaming pot of chicken soup,

appetite once

me get you another helping," Alex offered warmly, his voice

soothing.

Sophia replied softly, her voice delicate with

did she

gently

she said, flashing

cooking could put any master chef to

shaking his head modestly. "Maybe it's

starving."

head, amusement flickering in her

what you think? Perhaps." A fleeting happiness

say a happy stomach makes for a happy life-maybe, just

that

know, I enjoy cooking as well,"

gaze.

so tender? And that

launching into

vivid detail how he carefully

seasoned the

gasped softly in surprise, eyes widening in genuine awe. "Oh, is

you do it? Fascinating!"

filled with laughter, their easy conversation

between their

finally uncorked a bottle of wine,

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