All Chapters of Traded to my Husband's CEO Boss : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CLAYTON'S P.O.VUncle Sway froze.As a veteran lawyer who has experienced a lot of cases, he was rarely ever fazed, This was the first time I was seeing him in shock He lowered the file in his hand on the desk between us, adjusting his glasses as he sat down. For a second too long, he just stared at me, searching my face as if he could see her name written on my forehead.“You’re in love,” he repeated slowly, not in a mocking or dismissive way, it was just a stunned observation I didn’t break his gaze, didn't let my words flatter “Yes.”Then he leaned back in his chair, exhaling deeply. “Well, which family does she come from? Who are her parents and how reputable are they?” A shard of hope laced his wordsI intertwined my fingers together on the desk, my jaw locking and my voice low but firm and calm“She doesn’t come from any family you’d recognize,” I began, a warm fuzzy feeling enveloping me at the mere thought of her. Just like every time. Just like always. Ever since that day w

YVONNE P.O.V“A...A favor" I echoed, my voice trembling slightly Phoebe nodded enthusiastically, standing by my side and slipping her elbow inside my arm. “Yes, Yvonne. Just a tiny winy favor. It won't take much from you" My anxiety level spiked higher with every ticking second. On one hand, these were my colleagues, what could they possibly want from me? On the other hand, I was already wound tight over a favor from a certain Royal someone, and the mere mention of another had unease prickling under my skin like needles “The thing is,” Maryrose continued, glancing back at the others who nodded silently, Lucianda rolled her eyes and whispered something into Daisy's ear, prompting them into a laughMy fingers trembled by my side for a moment before curling into a fist. I forced my expression to remain neutral, even though I knew they were trying to make fun of me.“It's the annual employee weekend trip is coming up" Maryrose explained, an unsure smile wobbling on her face, she was s

YVONNE'S P.O.VI released a long breath when Mr Voss shut the door behind us.The moment we were in the privacy of my office, a long sigh worked its way out of me. I placed a hand right over my erratically beating heart “Mr Voss…” I said, his name coming out like a question.I watched him stalk toward my desk, his movements were controlled but there was a stiffness to them. He began flipping through the conference documents I had been working on before leaving yesterday “That guy,” he spoke after a moment “What was his name again? The one with the buzz cut.”I couldn't help the shiver that ran down my spine I watched him carefully, noting the stiffness in his broad frame and the tight set of his shoulders. Something felt very off.“Derek" I answered, coming beside him and placing my bag on the desk.Mr Voss let out a low hum, the kind that sounded like he was going over something in his mind very carefully, “Derek,” he repeated slowly, as if the name itself had a bitter taste.I s

YVONNE'S P.O.V My lips wobbled, and moisture gathered in my eyes “Sasha…” Her name slipped from my lips in a whisper. “Sasha...is...”A firm, steadying grip came on my shoulders, holding me as the office spun around my head. “What is it?” I heard Mr Voss ask with an even edgeI tried to speak, I tried, but my throat was closed up. The phone in my hand trembled violently, the voice on the other end kept talking and asking questions but I could not process“Yvonne.” His tone shifted, softer but firmer. “Give me the phone.” I shook my head helplessly, my chest pounding. “Sasha... She...Florida”The first broken sob slipped out of me before I could control it. My mind had slammed into a roadblock, my heart stumbling. There were too many thoughts going on at once, along with the panic thumping in my veins Mr Voss didn’t hesitate. He gently but firmly took the phone from my grip, keeping me steady with his free hand“Yes, this is Clayton Voss speaking,” he said, calm, controlled, like t

YVONNE’S P.O.VIt was early morning when the jet touched down in Florida.The short nap I had taken on the flight had helped temporarily; it made me push my worries back and imagine the best-case scenarios, where Sasha would be fine. However, the moment we stepped into the hospital, the harsh scent of antiseptic and bright lighting snapped something inside me. All my inhibitions and fears came rushing back I forced a swallow, breathing hard through my spiked pulse. “I’m here to see Sasha Sinclair,” I say to the nurse at the reception desk, my voice sounding tight “She was brought in after a fire accident.”The nurse gives me an apologetic smile that has my pulse climbing another high ladder. “One moment”I held my breath as she browsed through the computer in front of her. A strong, steadying hand stroked my arm in support The breath I was holding slipped out of me. I don't turn to see Mr Voss, but I felt his unyielding presence by my side,“Sasha Sinclair" The nurse read her name