Falling For My Accidental CEO Husband-Chapter 301: What Is Up?

The two secretaries kept staring at the closed office door, eyes wide, thoughts spiraling in every direction. Just what had they witnessed? And more importantly, how could they see more?

Damn it.

They’d never imagined that Dr. Dale Brown-famously or rather infamously dubbed Devil Brown around the office could be tender, of all things. Cold, brilliant, and terrifying? Absolutely. But gentle? Affectionate?

The way he had caught the woman mid-stumble and then, with a hand at the small of her back, invited her into his office... it had sent a collective gasp through the room. For a second, it had almost felt like they’d stepped into the pages of a romantic CEO novel-the kind where the ruthless billionaire boss is soft only for his delicate, mysterious wife.

And now, they were left to wonder-imagine, really.

Would the fragile-looking lady emerge in tears, lips trembling and mascara streaked? Though she didn’t look as if she ever applied make up. Or-worse- would she ever come out at all? What if she never....

Before the pair could even begin to exchange theories, a calm voice sounded just behind them.

"What’s going on?"

Both women yelped, practically launching out of their chairs. The man who had entered-tall, well-dressed, and slightly amused-lifted a brow at their startled reaction.

"What happened? Did Dale bring something weird to his office again?"

The secretaries grimaced in perfect sync.

Everyone in the building knew that Dr. Dale Brown—criminal psychologist extraordinaire—had an eccentric habit of bringing work to the office from home. Instead of the other way round. On more than one occasion, he’d shocked interns and traumatized janitors by strolling into the building with items like a dissected hand, a human jawbone, or once—a severed you-know-what. Apparently, it helped him study patterns. Helped him get inside the mind of a killer.

How, exactly, that worked? They had no clue. Nor did they want to know.

Still pale from their fright, the two secretaries exchanged a look. Then, one slowly raised a trembling finger and pointed toward the closed door.

"There’s a woman in there," she whispered.

The man blinked. "Wait. A dead woman?"

"No!" both women cried out in unison, heads shaking violently. "A live woman! Very delicate looking. Here, look at this."

The first secretary quickly turned her screen toward him, her finger tapping at the grainy security feed from earlier. The footage showed the infamous Devil Brown moving to catch the woman who had tripped due to the gap between the lift and the floor. Her face was hidden by a cascade of hair, but the urgency with which he steadied her... the care with which he guided her into his office...

It was enough to silence even the most cynical in the building.

"She’s still in there?" the man asked, frowning slightly now, his curiosity clearly piqued.

Again, the two women nodded like synchronized robots.

The man took a step toward the office door, only to pause when the two secretaries called out in unison, voices a touch too shrill with panic, "Don’t go. What if—?"

But before they could finish voicing the ominous thought lurking in their minds, the man turned slightly, one brow arching in dry amusement. "I am his boss."

That shut them up quickly.

The women nodded sheepishly, their hands folding neatly in their laps. Then, just as quickly, they scooted back into their seats—pretending to resume work, but both very clearly angling themselves for the perfect vantage point of the office.

They’d been in this job long enough to know how to act casual while gathering intel.

And their shameless commitment to gossip was rewarded.

Because barely a second after the big boss knocked once—perfunctorily, more a formality than a courtesy—and pushed open the door, the women caught the barest but clearest glimpse inside.

There he was. Devil Brown. The terrifying, emotionally unavailable, self-proclaimed married-to-his-job criminal psychologist...

Kissing a woman.

Not on the lips, no—but still, the sight of the usually impassive man leaning in to press a tender kiss to the woman’s cheek was enough to knock the breath right out of their lungs.

And just as quickly they watched the man straighten and turn towards the door with a closed expression and familiar scowl on his face. Thankfully the big boss closed the door in time and they were not the one being subjected to that scary scowl.

But now, they could not help but wonder if the big boss would make it out alive from there.

***

Inside the office, the big boss almost shuffled at the way Dale’s gaze landed on him. He really had not expected his subordinate to be flirting with the lady... But the scene he had just witnessed with Dale whispering something in her ear had him frozen, until the man askec coldly, "What is it?"

Instead of answering, he cast a glance at the back of the woman, who remained perfectly still in her seat. She hadn’t turned around once since the door had opened. Long hair fell like a curtain over one shoulder. From this angle, she could have been anyone just another delicate-looking woman visiting Dale. But that seemed too unlikely.

His gaze shifted back to Dale.

"I came to talk to you about the BridalVeil. Do you have some free time?"

Dale straightened, just enough to meet his eyes. "Go on."

But he didn’t move away from the woman. His hand remained exactly where it was-resting on her shoulder. Not in a possessive way. Not quite. But there was something quietly steadying about the gesture. Comforting, maybe. Or anchoring.

Cash Stenton did not miss that either. BridalVeil was one of their top secret missions and to discuss it in front of some stranger... He hesitated.

But before he could worry anymore, Dale Brown said," This is your new volunteer for the bridalveil project."

Cash blinked. Volunteer? His brain took a full beat to register the word. Volunteer?! Had he heard that right?

He turned back toward the woman, catching only a glimpse of her profile now. She hadn’t flinched. She hadn’t reacted. And somehow, that unnerved him more than if she had screamed.

Dale... had actually found someone?

Cash felt his brows draw together in disbelief. He’d come here to have a very different conversation—one that involved invoking Plan B. With the optimal window for insertion closing fast, they’d agreed that if no viable candidate could be found soon, they’d have no choice but to embed one of their own agents into the trafficking ring. Risky, messy, and nearly impossible to pull off without setting off alarms on the inside.

But now...

"You’re serious?" Cash asked in a low voice.

Dale’s eyes flicked down to the woman beside him, then back up to Cash, unreadable. "Dead serious. She’s perfect."

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