His Charming Wife novel Chapter 2

"I'll go in with her." Three seconds later, Jasper Milton had changed his mind.

He loosened his grip and took a step back.

"No!" Everyone said in unison.

Lieutenant Johnson tried to get a word in. “It is too dangerous for you to go in, Chief. If the Deputy Commander gets wind of this, we won’t be able to explain ourselves!"

"Don’t talk nonsense. It is the same danger for anyone who goes in. Stay here and wait for my order." Jasper ordered decisively."

"But, Chief...” Lieutenant Johnson wanted to continue, but was swiftly silenced by the cutting look on Jasper’s face. Helplessly, he nodded mutely "Yes, sir."

Grabbing Stella’s elbow, perhaps with more strength than necessary, Jasper pulled her along towards Room 801. She lifted her hand to knock on the door, but it was quickly held by Jasper. The current was electrifying.

Almost as a reflex, Stella yanked her hand back. She was not used to being held by a man.

His eyes deepened, considering her rejection. Opening his mobile phone, he said "Before heading in, record your last words. If you die, we will send this to your next of kin." His voice was flat.

"Send it to my husband." Stella took over the phone.

"Frederick, if there is indeed a next life, I hope we don’t meet again. Donate my corpse, I don't care if you dissect it, send it for transplant operations. May we never see each other again.” Her words were short but concise.

Returning the phone to Jasper, she realized he had a strange expression. "Anything else?"

Her features softened. "Give the rest of my money to my mother. Where possible, I hope you guys can take care of her."

"We will." It was a promise.

Assured, Stella looked towards the door. "It’s time to head in."

"The pregnant woman being held as a hostage is the girlfriend of a high- ranking official, and we must ensure the safety of both mother and child. I will not allow you to get into trouble before me -you are safe with me, I promise.” His voice was deep and comforting.

Stella caught her breath, looking into the depths of his clear eyes. It seemed to hold the boundless universe. A corner of her heart tasted sour.

Here was a handsome man, promising her safety before his. It was hard not to be taken in by the warmth of such words, even if they were strangers. Particularly now, when her heart was in a state of desolation.

"I’m not scared." Stella smiled slightly. "But I appreciate it, thank you." "You' re welcome." He pulled her behind him, knocking on the door. A slight gap creaked open.

"Let the woman come in alone." The man hissed.

"She requires an assistant for the operation. Let both of us in." Jasper was relentless in his negotiation. Every word was a measure of his intimidating will.

"No, who knows what you are up to?"

"Then let the pregnant woman die. What hostage are you left with then?" Checkmate.

The man hesitated, before grinding his teeth. "Fine, consider yourself gutsy! Come in!" A cold, metallic gun was pressed against Jasper’ s forehead.

Stella looked on worriedly. His face was expressionless.

After conducting a search, he could not find any weapons on Jasper's body. Keeping away his gun, the short-haired man warned "Don't think of playing any tricks."