All Chapters of Cold Husband Out, Secret Mogul In: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

By the time Alison and Theodore finished dinner, the rain had thoroughly stopped. The water on the roads slowly drained away, and the paralyzed traffic slowly came back to life.Theodore didn't dare leave Nemo at home, so he brought him along and drove Alison back.They had blow-dried her phone in the restaurant with a hair dryer for quite a while before it finally turned on. Seven or eight WhatsApp messages popped up in a row, all from Erik.Erik: "Larry says he never picked you up. Where did you go?"Erik: "Alison, don't sulk. Text me back."Erik: "Where are you, exactly? Reply as soon as you see this."There were also more than a dozen missed calls. Alison stared at the screen for a few seconds but didn't call him back. She flipped the phone face down on her knees.Staring straight ahead at the road, Theodore asked casually, "Your husband's looking for you?""Yeah." Alison forced a light tone. "He called a bunch of times. I didn't answer any of them."Theodore went quiet fo

Erik went back to the bedroom to shower. The hot water washed away most of his fatigue.He thought about Alison's reaction. She'd gotten caught in the rain after being dumped by the side of the road, yet she hadn't thrown a tantrum. When she got home, all she'd done was focus on reading academic papers.After changing into loungewear, Erik walked to the kitchen and stopped in the doorway, leaning against the frame as he looked at Alison's back.The nightgown was loose, the kind college girls would wear. It made him picture what it would feel like to wrap his arms around her from behind, only to find that slim figure almost weightless in his hands. A few wisps of hair clung to her nape, looking a little ticklish."What do you put in the chicken noodle soup you make?" he asked, staring at her back.She froze for a second. "Nothing special. Salt and scallions. That's it.""Then why does it smell so good?""The broth and noodles smell good on their own."He walked over, slipped an

Alison felt a little diffident under Theodore's gaze.His eyes lingered on her face for a few seconds, then moved to the box of medicine in her hand. He asked gently, "You got the medicine?"She tilted her face up and smiled. "I was just about to take it to the doctor to discuss the next stage of treatment.""I'll go with you," he said.On the way to Stanley's office, Alison asked, "Theodore, what are you doing at the hospital?""A friend was discharged today. I came to help with the paperwork and figured I'd visit your uncle while I was here." He paused for a moment. "I think I heard that your husband is going to be a pallbearer at Monique's father's grave relocation?"Alison stiffened for a second, then forced a small smile. "Yeah. Their families go way back. Mr. Shore doesn't have any sons, so they needed another man to preside over the ceremony."She actually hadn't known anything about it beforehand and was just making it up, going along with what Nancy had said."I don't

The cabin of the private jet looked more like a luxurious lounge, every detail showing the owner's taste.Alison had just settled into her seat when her phone rang. It was Erik. She declined the call with a quick flick of her finger.On the other side of the cabin, Theodore looked down at his phone and sent a WhatsApp message to "J"."Ms. York?"J replied quickly. "Mr. Statham, is it a gender issue? I can change it.""Theodore, have you flown on this plane before?" Alison asked.Theodore turned his phone face down and looked at her. "No.""Oh." She was a little nervous. "It's my first time on a private jet. Are there any rules I should follow?""Just make yourself at home.""Huh?"She couldn't help thinking that he was acting a little too much like the owner here.Not long after takeoff, she started feeling dizzy.Theodore called over the lead flight attendant and asked for some motion-sickness medicine for her. After she took it, a heavy drowsiness washed over her."There

The pharmaceutical plant was in Old Delmere. The streets were narrow, crammed with both cars and people, horns blaring non-stop.This was their last hope, but Alison didn't dare get her hopes up. The world of generic drugs was murky; some plants didn't even have proper licenses. If this trip yielded nothing, Malcolm would really be out of time.Theodore sat beside her, calmly looking over the documents in his hands.Soon, the car pulled up in front of an unremarkable building with only a tin sign by the door. They were greeted by the technical director, an elderly Envian man with graying hair and a heavy accent.Alison asked if they could see the lab first. The old man hesitated for a moment, then led them inside.The lab wasn't big, but the equipment was surprisingly advanced. Alison carefully examined each instrument and asked a few questions about the production process.The old man's answers were highly professional, with detailed data and no vague hand-waving.She flipped t