All Chapters of My Boss, My Husband: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

"So… it's really over with Matt? No chance of going back?" Amanda asked, her voice hesitant."Alice blows things out of proportion. Don't pay her too much attention, okay?" I replied, trying to sound like I had everything together.Amanda looked at me skeptically, but she held back whatever comment she was thinking of."Since we're all here, why don't we go out for ice cream? Who wants vanilla and strawberry?" she suggested, raising her hand excitedly."Me!" Alice shouted, her voice full of energy."Go change out of your pajamas quickly," Amanda told her.Alice dashed off to her room again. Both Amanda and I watched her disappear and close the door. The silence that followed was thick, and I hoped Amanda wouldn't bring up the topic of Amelia again. I wasn't in the mood for that discussion."Do you think… Matt will take it out on me now that you two aren't together?" Amanda asked, her voice filled with concern."Take what out on you?" I asked, confused."You know… for everythin

Lucius didn't even consider my suggestion. His dissatisfaction was written all over his face. And just like that, in typical Lucius fashion, he slammed his foot on the gas, speeding off recklessly. I barely managed to buckle my seatbelt in time."Could you drive like someone who actually cares about traffic tickets?" I shouted."Too late for that," he muttered, his eyes locked on the road ahead.That's when I saw it—a few cars ahead of us was Matt's car. Now I understood why Lucius had suddenly taken off like a madman. As reckless as it was, I had to admit it was impressive."So, you saw his car leave," I said, piecing it together. "But what's the plan here, exactly? Spy 101 question: what are we supposed to gain by following him? He could pull into any building, and then what?""Patience is the first virtue in this kind of operation," Lucius replied, laser-focused on the road."Patience? You, the most impatient man I know, are preaching patience?" I teased, unable to resist poki

"I always bring Alice here for her haircuts, with whichever stylist is available. I leave for a bit and come back. I don't know that stylist. Alright?" Amanda stated firmly.Her words didn't matter to me. In fact, they only made things worse. Amanda was going to leave Alice alone with this woman? Paranoia flooded me. I glanced at Elizabeth, who was typing furiously on her phone. Alice, sensing the tension now, clung to me with a tight hug."Whatever the case, I don't feel comfortable with her being the one to take care of Alice," I replied, my voice sharp."You're not taking Alice anywhere without my permission. I'm her mother," Amanda declared, standing her ground."What's going on here? Is there a problem?" asked a security guard who had approached us.If people weren't paying attention before, they definitely were now. Apparently, someone had called mall security, and I had underestimated just how obvious our argument had become."No problem, as long as my sister gives me back

Lucius Brown's P.O.V.I never knew when to stop. Warnings of danger? I couldn't care less. I was built for risk, for betting everything—even my own integrity. It had been the story of my life, just playing out now with a few more years behind me.That was the best excuse I could come up with for what I was doing. Rummaging through someone else's car, like the thief I sometimes had to be. I knew the moment Matt went back to where Marianne was, my window of opportunity had opened.But this wasn't easy. There was nothing useful in the glove compartment or scattered around the floor. The parking garage had too many witnesses, so I had to pretend I owned the car. I sat in the driver's seat, searching with my hands while keeping my left foot on the door. If that door shut, not even God could get me out of here.I scrolled through his GPS history, looking for anything suspicious. A few locations caught my eye, and I snapped pictures of them. I glanced at the time. How long could Marianne

Night had fallen, but the unease of not knowing where Lucius was still gnawed at me. He wasn't answering any calls, his phone was off, and he hadn't made any effort to reach out. Ever since I got back to my apartment with an anxious Alice, I hadn't been able to stop imagining the worst possible scenarios.I'd been pacing so much that I was probably wearing a hole in the floor. My nails were almost chewed down to nothing. I checked the window one last time, hoping for some sign of him. Still, there was nothing.With a sigh, I pulled the curtains tightly shut and made sure all the windows were locked. The door was triple-locked too, with a table pushed up against it for extra measure—just in case. I'd also placed a hammer on the kitchen island, the only weapon I could think of. I tried texting Lucius again, typing out the message just as the doorbell rang.I jumped, my phone nearly slipping from my hands. The bell rang again, more insistent this time. Any other day, I'd walk over and