CEO Husband's Crazy Love For His Little Wife novel Chapter 8

“What do you think he wants to do?” Theo asked.

“You will know soon enough,” Mike said without any expression on his face.

“Brother, do you think he knows?” Mike was serious about this.

“Even if he knows, I don’t think he can do anything because I have my way with him.” Ace looked outside the window; somehow, he couldn’t think about anything else even though he knew someone was up to something, yet his mind drifted about last night.

He felt something in his body change overnight; the pain and the suffering seemed to end with the last night; he didn’t feel like his past self anymore,

and most of the time, he kept reminding himself not to remember the face he decided to forget, yet flashing before his eyes, whenever he closed his eyes, that tearful face flashed like it was the only picture he could ever imagine.

The girl stirred his emotions as no one had ever done to him and never would; he clearly remembered the feeling of touching her and tracing every inch of her; he felt like last night was a whole night in his life.

“Brother, brother,” Mike called Ace a few times, but he saw his brother had his eyes closed even though he was asleep.

After Ace's thoughts broke a few times, he snapped his eyes. “Yeah?” He didn’t hear what Mike said because his thoughts were not there anymore.

“I said, is there any possibility the girl might remember you?” Mike asked when Ace pressed his hand over his mouth.

“Never mention this to a soul, Mike, and this is the last time you said out loud, if you don’t want another in our life, don’t speak out what you shouldn’t.” Ace glared at his brother because he knew if this night came to light, something would go toward them, which would be his doom.

He was not ready for everything yet; isn’t that why he wiped off his being in S country?

Mike and Theo understood this was not the time to discuss what happened because if this went out, something big might happen again.

The car stopped before a big old mansion; the mansion looked old enough to be a witness to history, and the model of the estate looked like it was hundreds of years old, yet it stood as a proud witness of time.

The car waited for permission to open the gate, and until the gate finally opened, from inside, the car entered; unlike other mansions, this mansion had no soul itself; the entire mansion looked more like a horror mansion; there wasn’t a single soul outside the mansion.

Yet somehow, this mansion gave them the feeling of death and silence.

Mike and Ace got out of the car while Theo waited in the car because no outsider was allowed in the mansion. This was a rule set by someone, and everyone followed it. Theo didn’t come because he would go inside but waited to fulfill his duty.

Ace entered, and Mike followed; both brothers knew what was waiting for him; the moment they entered, they saw three people inside the living room.

A man in his 80s sat there like a real king, and another man sat beside him, but compared to the first man, the second one looked even more dangerous, and there was a woman in a wheelchair who looked soulless.

“So you decided to appear even though I called you last night.” The second man spoke, and it was even colder than Ace Welsh himself.

“We were out of the country,” Ace answered politely.

“Why?” The man asked without giving him any excuse.

“You should know.” Ace didn’t answer him directly as he knew the man in front of him, pretending not to see since he already sends men behind him even though they couldn't find his trace, but he knew what this man wanted to take out of him.

A heavy vase fell on him as blood flowed from his forehead

“Bastard, do you think you can fool me? How dare you leave the country when I told you not to go? Don’t you know you’re needed here?”

Mike fisted his hand with this action before him but didn’t say a word like his brother.

His brother once told him to bear everything until he told himself the wait was over, but they needed to take everything for now.

Suddenly the man stood up and grabbed Ace’s hand, bringing a knife out of nowhere. He cut Ace’s palm, and blood dozed out from the wound, but the man in front of him didn’t show sympathy.

Ace didn’t even wince or show any pain in his expression and calmly saw what the man did and waited for it to end. Instead, the man took a small jar, and Ace’s blood fell on the jar. When the jar was filled with blood, he let go of Ace’s hand.

“Get out of my face; if I find out you did something like this again, I don’t mind using my way with you, and if I ever need to call you twice, I don’t mind showing who has control over your life.” The man showed his back to Ace and left with the jar of blood.

Ace didn't bother looking at the heartless man who claimed to be his father, yeah, his father, Damian Welsh; while the old man was his father person yet, his father respected the man more than his father,

while the woman in the wheelchair was none other than his mother, who needed him to be on this earth to live.