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!

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 on the

into his

Toby not saved her in time, the bottle of acid

happened, she could be lucky enough to survive, but her skin would have been disfigured beyond repair. She would then lock herself away forever to prevent anyone from

surge of fear seized her as such thoughts flashed in her mind, but that was quickly replaced by

clenched her fists and her eyes rimmed red as she glared at the person who had hurled acid

culprit had 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 was menacing enough to make

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

away had witnessed the entire incident as well as the audience

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 reality. Before long, they came to the collective consensus that they must spread this groundbreaking news as

no mind to the crowd of bustling reporters and returned to Toby’s side. Her

“I have to drop you off at the

“The keys are in my

grew exasperated at his vague instructions, which were redundant and a waste of precious time, given how she was in

that Sonia was frustrated. Since he did not

his keys, Sonia rubbed the divot between

stiffened at this. He didn’t think she would actually reach for the keys herself. Seeing that his left hand was completely fine, 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 the thin fabric. His skin tickled where her fingers brushed over it.

she met his dark, piercing

thinking! She blushed all the way to the tips of her ears and she quickly grappled for the keys before

in such a hurry to grab the keys that she didn’t know how bold

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

eyelashes fluttered slightly at this and she

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

Sonia opened up her palm to reveal

nodded. “I leave the

freezing look passed over her delicate face as she glanced at the culprit, who was kneeling on the tarmac as the head of security held