Boss, Your Wife's 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!

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

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 speck of

other words, had Toby not saved her in time, the bottle of acid would have spilled on her and its contents would

have been disfigured beyond repair.

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

red as she glared

been apprehended by the head of security. The perpetrator was an ordinary-looking man, and at the moment, there was a pair of gloves stuffed into his mouth to prevent him from speaking. Even so, the look on his face

who he was, much less why he held such a wicked grudge against her. That didn’t matter, though, because everything would come to

incident as well as the audience watching the livestream. They were all mortified

acid at Sonia. A dramatic event like this would only ever occur in soap operas, and yet here they were, bearing witness to it in

the other side of the parking lot, Sonia paid no mind to the crowd of bustling reporters and returned to Toby’s side. Her brows were knitted tightly together as

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

“The keys are in

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

tell that Sonia was frustrated. Since he did not dare to dawdle a

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

she would actually reach for the keys herself. Seeing that his left hand was completely fine, he had assumed that she would allow him

he was acutely aware that her hand was reaching deep into his pocket, and he could feel the softness and warmth of her paw through

was only after she met his dark, piercing

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

grab the keys that she didn’t know how bold she was until it was

swallowed convulsively and responded hoarsely, “It’s fine. Don’t

and she hummed in response after a

dwelling on it. He sighed a

did!” Grateful to move on from the embarrassing incident, Sonia opened up her palm to reveal the car keys with the Maybach

“I leave the

man over there…” A freezing look passed over her delicate face as she glanced at the culprit, who was kneeling on the