His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 482 Spy

"So she’s been quiet lately?" Leo asked, a faint edge of surprise slipping into his voice as he looked at the girl sitting across from him.

Freya.

Or rather, the spy he had planted beside Alexa.

She sat straight, hands folded on her lap, eyes lowered in the way of someone who had learned to make herself small. Leo remembered clearly how he had found her—working under Alexa, taking every insult and quiet cruelty without complaint, enduring it all because she needed money for her mother’s treatment. When his men sent him the report, he hadn’t hesitated. He paid for everything her mother needed, every hospital bill, every medicine, and in return, Freya became his eyes and ears. She was timid, careful, the kind of person no one ever suspected. That was exactly why she was perfect.

And so far, she had done her job well.

"Yes, sir," Freya replied softly, nodding. "She’s been... calm. She hasn’t shown any signs of planning anything. The only unusual thing is that man she met a few months ago. I already informed you about him."

Leo leaned back slightly, fingers tapping against the table as his eyes narrowed in thought. Alexa being calm didn’t sit right with him. She wasn’t the kind of woman who stayed silent unless something else was brewing beneath the surface. Still, there were reasons he hadn’t moved against her yet. Archer Wyatt’s protection was one. The other... was the child she was carrying.

"Well done," he said at last, his tone cool but approving.

Freya relaxed just a little at those words, the tension easing from her shoulders. After a brief pause, she gathered her courage and spoke again, her voice hesitant. "S-sir... may I take my leave?"

Leo nodded once. "You may."

Relief washed over her face immediately. She stood, bowed her head politely, and walked out of the private restaurant, her steps quick but quiet. Leo watched her go for a moment before turning his gaze back to the window, his expression darkening.

Peace, he knew, was never permanent where Alexa was concerned.

Freya let out a quiet sigh of relief as she stepped out. Her heart was still beating too fast. She hated this work. Being a spy was terrifying, and every day she lived with the fear that if Alexa ever found out, she would be killed without a second thought. She had never wanted this life. But ever since she started working for Leo, things had changed. Her mother’s treatment was going smoothly now, the hospital bills paid on time, the medicines never delayed. For that alone, she kept going.

Lost in her thoughts, she wasn’t watching where she was headed.

She walked straight into someone.

"Careful."

The voice was familiar, deep and calm.

Freya froze.

"I–I’m sorry, sir..." she said quickly, lifting her head.

Archer Wyatt stood in front of her, tall and imposing, dressed in a perfectly fitted suit. She barely reached his chest. Up close, he was even more intimidating—and more handsome—than she remembered.

"What are you doing here, Freya?" Archer asked, studying her with mild curiosity.

Her fingers curled nervously at her sides. "I... I was just... leaving," she said, her voice unsure as her eyes flicked to his face and then away again.

Archer laughed softly. It was warm, rich, the kind of laugh that made people relax without meaning to. "Relax," he said. "It’s your life. You’re allowed to go wherever you want outside of work."

Freya swallowed and nodded, her heart racing a little faster than it should have. She had thought this many times before—more times than she liked to admit. Alexa didn’t deserve a man like this. He was nothing like her. He had once caught Alexa abusing her and had shut it down immediately, warning her that if she ever mistreated his staff again, she would be thrown out after the baby was born.

Honestly, Freya thought, she wouldn’t mind that at all.

"So... sir," she asked quietly, trying to sound casual, "are you here alone?"

Archer chuckled again, adjusting his cufflinks. "I have a meeting," he said simply, offering no further explanation.

Freya nodded, stepping aside to let him pass, her thoughts tangled and uneasy as she watched him walk away.

"Hey... wait, Freya."

She stopped instantly. Archer had turned back and was walking toward her again. Freya looked at him, startled, her heart suddenly racing for no reason she could explain.

"Y–yes, sir?" she asked softly.

"Please don’t mention to Alexa that you saw me here," he said calmly.

Freya nodded at once. "Of course, sir. I won’t," she replied. She hadn’t even thought of telling Alexa in the first place.

Archer gave a small nod and turned away, walking off again. As he did, his thoughts grew heavy. Alexa had started doubting him more and more lately. Every time he went out, every meeting, every delay, she questioned him. To be honest, cheating had never even crossed his mind. But her constant suspicion had made him careful, especially now.

She was seven and a half months pregnant.

He didn’t want to trigger her temper or stress her in this condition. He was enduring it all for the baby.

Once everything was over... once the child was born... he would divorce her. He would give her property, money, whatever was needed. He already knew Alexa wasn’t suited to be a good mother. There was a chance she might even use the child as a weapon against him.

After that, he would be free.

He didn’t want anyone else in his life. No relationships. No attachments.

He would only take care of his baby.

A faint, tired smile touched his lips as that thought settled in his heart.

Meanwhile, Bella was completely lost in the comfort of the spa. She lay back on the cushioned bed while a therapist gently cleansed her face, removing every trace of dust and stress with slow, careful strokes. A cooling gel mask was brushed over her skin, soothing and hydrating, making her feel light and pampered. Warm towels followed, pressed gently against her cheeks and forehead, and Bella couldn’t help the small sigh that escaped her lips as the tension in her shoulders finally melted away.

After that came a full body massage. It was warm and slow, easing knots she didn’t even realize she carried. Warm oils slid over her arms and back, and her muscles relaxed one by one under steady, practiced hands. Bella felt almost floaty, her thoughts drifting lazily as if she were half asleep. Later, her hair was washed with a gentle scalp massage that made her eyes flutter shut, fingers moving in slow circles that sent pleasant shivers down her spine. A nourishing hair mask was worked in, leaving her hair soft, glossy, and lightly scented.

Scarlett, on the bed beside her, kept stealing glances and smirking as Bella came back to herself, looking softer somehow, her skin glowing and her expression peaceful. By the time Bella sat up, wrapped in a plush robe, sipping warm herbal tea, she felt refreshed from head to toe.