My Husband, the Assassin

Chapter 002

Location: CEO's Office

Sophia narrowed her eyes coldly, scrutinizing the fiancé she had never met before. She immediately realized that she was facing the most difficult moment of her professional career.

Just looking at him—straw hat, tank top, shorts, and a pair of cheap flip-flops—was enough to reach a verdict: He was absolutely not her type!

What gave her an even bigger headache was the fact that this man, William, was the fiancé her grandfather and father had forced upon her.

And by "forced," she meant they had literally threatened to commit suicide if she refused!

Bowing to the pressure of her elders, Sophia had no choice but to agree temporarily. But now that William was standing in front of her, she only wanted to make one thing clear: This engagement is void.

In Sophia’s eyes, her father and grandfather must have gone blind.

However, in the eyes of her elders, getting William to become Sophia’s husband was like winning the lottery—the greatest bargain in the world.

Once the Director left the room, a heavy silence filled the office.

William and Sophia stood there, sizing each other up.

William was completely dumbfounded.

As a self-proclaimed "Connoisseur of Beauties," he could swear on his life: This was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen!

Sophia wasn’t just beautiful; she was unreasonably gorgeous. Her features were so exquisite they would put angels to shame. Her skin was porcelain white with a healthy, rosy glow, and her aura was ethereal. Her figure was the kind that made women jealous and driven men crazy.

It was practically criminal.

She belongs in heaven, not on earth. One look could topple a city...

William stared at Sophia’s stunning face with a cheeky grin plastered on his lips.

After a thorough scan and assessment, William concluded that Sophia’s... "development" exceeded his wildest imagination. She was several levels above the female Director who had just left.

Inspection complete. The engagement must stay.

Starting today—he was going to woo her!

"You must be Sophia, right?" William spoke first, extending a hand with a beaming smile.

Sophia frowned slightly. She looked at his outstretched hand, hesitated for a second, but eventually gripped it and nodded lightly.

Wow.

The moment their palms touched, William felt the magnetic pull of this beauty’s aura.

A warm, fragrant energy seemed to wrap around his heart. Caught off guard, he found himself lost in the sensation of holding her small hand.

Her fingers were slender, soft, and warm.

A peerless beauty!

William took a deep breath, a wave of indescribable envy rising in his heart—envy for himself, for getting this lucky.

"What are you doing?!" Sophia glared at him angrily. She realized this guy had been looking her up and down with a weird expression since he walked in. It made her extremely uncomfortable... even though she had been judging him too.

"Hand squeezing," William said, pointing at Sophia with his free hand, his face dead serious.

Sophia gritted her teeth. "Have you squeezed enough?!"

"Not yet." William shook his head earnestly, looking like he was drunk on the sensation.

"Are you going to let go?" Sophia didn't struggle physically, but her tone dropped several degrees.

"Don't be like that." William clearly couldn't bear to let go.

Sophia took a deep breath, yanked her hand back, and glared at William. She wanted to scold him, but she couldn't find the right words.

"Wifey, you really are beautiful," William said with a grin. "By the way, when do we move in together?"

"You... I am not your 'Wifey'! And what makes you think we are moving in together?!" Sophia inhaled sharply, trying to maintain her composure. Her voice was low and stern. "I met you today just to tell you one thing—I will never marry you!"

She paused, then continued, "I only agreed before because my grandfather and father forced me! It would be best if you voluntarily backed out of this engagement! I do not like you!"

"That doesn't matter. Love at first sight is rare these days anyway. We can nurture our feelings slowly. Right, Wifey?" William didn't take Sophia’s words seriously at all. How could he just give up on such a gorgeous fiancée?

"Don't call me Wifey! I am not your wife!" Sophia’s face was frosty. She couldn't believe he could still smile and twist logic after she had been so blunt.

Sophia panted with rage, an indescribable fire burning in her chest.

She thought for a moment and decided that talking to this guy was pointless. She had a mountain of work to finish.

"Fine. I have to work overtime tonight," she said coldly. "We've met. You can leave now."

"Leave? Go where?" William looked confused. "I came back specifically to live with you."

Sophia’s chest heaved with anger. She clenched her jaw and glared at William, trying to "kill" him with her eyes.

William wasn't totally unreasonable. Seeing her reaction, he nodded. "Alright, fine. I'll wait for you downstairs in the lobby. It’s perfect, actually. I can chat with your employees and tell them stories about how we used to skinny-dip in the river together when we were kids."

William stood up to leave.

"Wait! What did you just say?" Sophia’s face darkened. "We never met as children. How could we have bathed together? William, explain yourself!"

"Sure, I can stay right here and explain it in detail," William said, immediately sitting back down.

Sophia rubbed her forehead. She realized he was spouting nonsense on purpose just to stay. But if she kicked him out, what if he really went downstairs and embarrassed her in front of her staff?

Sophia frowned and sighed. Suddenly, she remembered her cousin's encounter with a thug last night. Although it was safe to take the subway, having William pick her up would be better than letting him rot here in her office.

She sat down and steadied her breathing. "Can you drive?"

"Why?" William looked at her, confused and a little offended. Isn't it obvious? A man like me can drive anything! Cars, trucks, tanks, ships, planes—you name it!

William honestly couldn't think of a vehicle he couldn't operate.

"Since you have nothing to do," Sophia said, "go pick up my cousin from work."

William paused. "Your cousin? Where is she?"

Sophia pulled out her phone and forwarded a digital business card to him. "At the First People's Hospital. I sent you the number. I'll let her know you're coming."

People's Hospital?

William suddenly remembered the beautiful doctor he had saved from the punks last night. He quickly checked the name on the card Sophia sent—Nora.

It’s the same person? Nora is my future sister-in-law?! William was shocked, though he didn't shout it out. The beauty he saved last night was indeed named Nora.

However, as a modern young man with integrity and depth, William kept his cool.

"No problem!" William smiled. "Just picking up a cousin, right?"

Sophia looked at his strange smile. She felt something was off but couldn't put her finger on it. Seeing him still sitting there, she snapped, "Why aren't you going?"

"You're ordering me around so naturally... it seems you've accepted our engagement, Wifey," William said with a helpless shrug. "But surely you don't expect me to walk there?"

"You don't have a car?" Sophia asked in surprise.

She looked at his outfit again. Right, he looks like a pauper. How could he afford a car? He's probably sticking to me for my money. Shameless! I have to find a way to break this engagement!

Still, Sophia pulled her car keys out of her bag and tossed them to him. "Take my car."

William looked at the logo on the key fob—Oh, a Maserati. He smirked. "Piece of cake."

He turned to leave.

Sophia took a deep breath, narrowing her eyes at his retreating back. She gritted her teeth, already plotting the best way to drive this man out of her life.

"Oh, by the way, Wifey," William suddenly stopped at the door and looked back, grinning mischievously. "Light colors suit you better. That purple is a bit too mature for you."

With a wave of his hand, he walked out of the office.

Sophia froze. She didn't understand his meaning at first. She looked down at herself... and then it hit her.

A rush of heat and anger shot straight to her head. She had to take another deep breath, suppressing the urge to scream, trying desperately to remain calm...