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!

this, Sonia turned her icy gaze to the spot where she had been standing earlier. It didn’t 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 had eaten away at the paint on

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 acid could have splattered onto the back of his hand, hence

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

could be lucky enough to survive, but her skin would have been disfigured beyond repair. She would then lock herself away

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

her fists and her eyes rimmed red as she

head of security. The perpetrator was an ordinary-looking man, and at the moment, there was a pair of gloves stuffed into his mouth

such a wicked grudge against her. That didn’t matter, though, because everything would come to light as soon

reporters not too far away had witnessed the entire incident as well as the audience watching

that someone would throw 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

paid no mind to the crowd of bustling reporters and returned to Toby’s side. Her brows were knitted tightly

have to drop

her gaze and answered, “The keys are in my

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

Since he did not dare to dawdle a fraction longer,

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

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

felt this as well, and it was only after she met his dark, piercing

into the pocket of his pants without thinking! She blushed all the way 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

that she didn’t know how bold she

convulsively and

slightly at this and

was how Toby knew she was still dwelling on it. He sighed a little

up her palm

the driving

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