All Chapters of My Boss, My Husband: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

"A gunshot? But I didn't hear any gunfire...""They could've used a silencer. Did you notice the shattered vase behind you? If I searched for a bullet casing, I might find one. Though, it's likely already been picked up and disposed of.""What are you talking about, Jason?" I tried to laugh it off, hoping it was some sort of dark joke, but he wasn't laughing."You're acting like you don't notice it. You're not welcome in this house."His words hit harder than I expected. I already knew that, of course. I'd never been welcome here. It was the reason I had avoided coming. Still, there was a big difference between being unwelcome and being outright targeted."That couldn't have been a bullet. Why would anyone try to hurt me?""No one hires a bodyguard if they believe they're perfectly safe. You mentioned you don't usually have a bodyguard despite who you are. How do you explain that?""Well... you see..." I hesitated. "My dad and uncle think that the project I'm working on might ma

Lawrence Lewis's P.O.V.We were walking hand-in-hand through the woods, shrouded in so much fog that it was hard to see where we were going. I could barely make out my own hand clasping Sara's as she led the way ahead of me."Why do you always drag us into trouble?" I asked, sounding like a little boy."I'm not trying to get us into trouble! I just want us to see the hydrangeas. Didn't you say they were your favorite?" she responded, her voice also childlike."I wish I'd never told you..." I muttered as the fog began to lift.I glanced down and realized we were kids again. She tugged on my hand harder, urging me to run. We raced forward until we arrived at her chosen spot—the hydrangeas. Sara's face lit up with excitement as she twirled in place, her eyes sparkling with joy."Aren't they beautiful? No wonder you love them so much!" she exclaimed. "Which one's your favorite color?"I couldn't stop smiling. Everything around me made me happy—the flowers, the sunlight, and especial

How had Sara ended up hiring Emma's beloved Jason? And more importantly—"Why did he refuse to work for you again?" I asked Emma, my curiosity laced with skepticism.Emma's face twisted with a hint of pain."He said he didn't want me ruining what little he'd managed to build for himself after working abroad with me," she replied, her eyes welling up with unshed tears. She struggled to keep her composure. "What could he have built, working where I found him? Not much. But of course, for Sara, he was more than happy to take the job."It was almost amusing how quickly Emma's sorrow shifted to jealousy. But her revelation sparked another question in me: Why did Sara need a bodyguard in the first place? As far as I knew, she hated them and called them glorified babysitters. Could this really be part of Sara's master plan? To have Jason under her command?If so, it was a brilliant move."I'm not involved in that hiring decision, and I have no idea where Sara is. You've got nothing to a

Today was one of those rare chances. I led her to the kitchen and helped her sit at the dining table. As I stepped away from her, I rummaged through her fridge and pantry. Luckily, she had all the ingredients. I got to work, focusing on every detail, and I even took the time to wash the dishes piled up in the sink.The minutes passed by faster in the kitchen than they had in her room. I put the finishing touches on the burgers—extra pickles and crispy bacon, just the way she liked it. I placed the plate in front of Sara.She sniffed the air and tentatively reached for the bun."T-thank you..." she said, sounding embarrassed. Her voice broke my heart.She managed to take a bite, chewing slowly. I waited, holding my breath for her reaction. Did she like it? Was it good enough?"Mmm... it's really good," she murmured, smiling a little. "Could you get me some water?"I grabbed a glass of water for her and sat down at the table. Sara took a few more bites before setting the burger asi

Jason Aldrich's P.O.V.Love was both the source of life and the root of destruction. No one could take away the bitter certainty I carried since the moment I set my eyes where I shouldn't have—on a forbidden woman. Life had a way of putting you in your place, stripping away fantasies and cheap lies, until all that was left was the harsh truth.My predictable, pathetic story started when I landed a job with the White family. During one of their political campaigns, Mark White had spotted me—saw "potential", he said. I wasn't the only one he "invested" in; he offered jobs to several young men from our neighborhoods, using us to win votes in the poorer districts. It had worked. He became mayor, and I had the "luck" of securing a place on his team.Sometimes, I was part of his personal security; other times, I looked after his family, his wife, and his daughter. As a bodyguard, you're trained to be invisible—to see and hear "nothing" while your employers live their lives. But over time,