My golden retriever boyfriend disappeared for three months. When I saw him again, he was the ruthless gang leader who kidnapped me. His face was dark, but his fingers tapped a Morse code message on the table: [Wife, I missed you to death.] Me: ? Does he have Dissociative Identity Disorder? 1 I tried to believe that this man—with a buzz cut, stubble on his jaw, and a dangerous aura—was the same sweet boyfriend who cuddled in my arms three months ago. The features were handsome, similar to his, but the vibe was completely different. I knelt on the floor, tapping my knee in response. [Are you Caleb Vance?] He expertly held a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled smoke rings, squinting through the haze. "Name?" The short question emphasized his hostility. But the hand resting on the table kept tapping out a message, contrasting sharply with his outward appearance. [It's me, babe. Play along.] I was conflicted. Caleb didn't smoke. But this man looked like a chainsmoker. I paused, looked at him, and said, "Zoe Zhou." He got the answer, tossed the half-burnt cigarette aside, and slowly pulled a switchblade from his waistband. His knuckly fingers caressed the blade. He stood up and walked toward me, his gaze sharp. The room was filled with teenage henchmen, none older than 16 or 17. They looked at each other, terrified by his aura. I was terrified too. My heart pounded as he squatted in front of me, lifting my chin with the blade. The cold metal made me shiver. Is this really my puppy boyfriend? I looked at him warily, unable to hide my fear. He emotionlessly placed his other hand on my neck. Then—he tapped lightly on the side of my neck. Morse code: [Waist 22] He could state my waist measurement without touching my body. I believed him. He tapped again: [Undercover] I understood, looking at him with mixed feelings. My boyfriend disappeared for three months to become an undercover drug lord. ... Caleb continued the interrogation, his voice lazy and raspy. "Where is your father, Victor Zhou?" I lifted my chin and spoke with difficulty. "I don't know exactly where he is." That was the truth. But this answer obviously wouldn't satisfy a drug lord. So Caleb put away the knife, his expression hardening, setting the stage for the next step. A henchman quickly ran over like a loyal dog, lighting a cigarette. He offered a sneaky suggestion. "Women nowadays care about their looks. Boss, if you burn her face with this cigarette, she'll definitely tell the truth." Then he glanced at me warily, whispering in Caleb's ear, "I know Boss doesn't hit women. I'm just scaring her." Before the cigarette even reached Caleb's hand. I jumped the gun, widening my eyes in feigned terror. I grabbed Caleb's pinky finger, acting fragile and broken. "No, please don't. I'm not close with my dad. Let me call him. I'll cooperate." Another henchman ran over with a phone and handed it to Caleb. Caleb handed it to me with a cold, ruthless expression. I met his gaze. Everything was going according to our silent plan. I took the phone with trembling hands and dialed my dad's number. It connected after three rings. My dad, who hadn't called me in a year, picked up so fast. He must have been in on the plan with Caleb. On speakerphone, I wailed like a proper hostage. "Dad, Dad, save me." "I've been kidnapped by drug dealers. I'm scared." "Dad, I don't want to die." My dad paused strategically, then said with heartache: "Zoe, Dad is sorry..." Then he switched targets immediately. "Who is your leader? I want to speak to him." Caleb took the phone, his voice deep. "Me." "Give me a week. I'll appear before you." "On the condition that you don't touch a hair on my daughter's head." Caleb smirked, chuckling dismissively. "Deal." "Don't be late. Or the eighth day will be your daughter's death date." I was speechless. The "bad boy boss" persona must be engraved in Caleb's DNA. 2 Within two hours of the kidnapping, the drug lord and the hostage reached a happy ending. Caleb squatted in front of me, reluctant to leave, flirting with his eyes while keeping a cold face. Except for me, the henchmen only understood his cold face. They stood there stupidly, holding back yawns. I felt sorry for them and yawned for them. Caleb thought I was sleepy and finally, humanely, let them go to sleep. "Go back to your rooms." Then, a henchman spoke up fearlessly. "Boss, I've never been with a woman. Can I..." Lust overrode his brain. "She's a hostage anyway. When Victor Zhou is caught, she's ours to deal with." Coveting the boss's woman? I sweated for him. Sure enough, Caleb's handsome face instantly dropped to sub-zero temperatures. His gaze shot toward the guy like an ice dagger. Another henchman poked the lusty one in the waist, winking frantically. A silent exchange of expressions ensued. Savior Henchman raised his eyebrows three times in disbelief: Bro, are you crazy? He looked at me, then at Caleb: That woman is gorgeous. Boss hasn't said anything yet, and you dare ask for her? Lusty Henchman gulped: Boss doesn't like women, right? I thought he was glaring at her. Savior Henchman twitched his mouth: How did you survive this long with zero situational awareness? I watched with relish. Finally— Lusty Henchman turned pale and green, shaking like a leaf. "S-sorry, Boss. I was wrong." Caleb, who looked terrifying to his underlings, withdrew his icy gaze. While taking a drag, he winked at me through the smoke. The hand holding the cigarette tapped a few times, shaking off ash. Morse code: [Come here] It didn't look like anything good. I liked it. So I got up from the cold concrete floor, stumbled, and fell into Caleb's arms. I called him sweetly, imitating the henchmen. "Boss~" Hearing this, Caleb's perpetually cold brow relaxed slightly. It felt like a "Dominant Mafia Boss Pampers His Little Wife" trope. I looked up at him with a smile. He wrapped his arm around my waist, lowered his head possessively, and kissed me. Mixed with the faint smell of tobacco, his movements were gentle. I hummed involuntarily. He immediately looked up and swept a cold glance at the henchmen. The perceptive ones tripped over themselves to escape. The clueless ones were dragged out by the perceptive ones. After they left, Caleb withdrew his gaze with satisfaction, whispering intimately in my ear. "Wife, put on a show with me." Me: ? He glanced at the door. Shadows flickered under the door gap. Walls have ears. I understood. Our eyes met. Caleb pressed his lips into a sexy curve, his Adam's apple rolling slightly. "How about we do it for real?" I slapped the back of his head without mercy. "If you want to die, Caleb Vance." He pouted pitifully, holding me tight without moving. After this and that, he turned and picked up a red brick from the corner. He rubbed some brick dust onto my arm, calling it "attention to detail." After processing, he princess-carried me to open the door. I lay in his arms, pretending to be half-dead and weak. Five greenhorn henchmen squatting by the wall saw my "bruised and battered" state, their jaws dropping in shock. They scattered at Caleb's command of "Get lost." The next second, he looked down at me, his eyes softening. I giggled. "Caleb, I really envy your wife." "She gets to experience the joy of two husbands at such a young age." 3 "So do you like me as Boss Leo or Caleb?" Caleb put me on the bed, squatting in front of me. In his room, we didn't need to pretend for now. "Wife, which one do you like?" He returned to his true self, eyes sparkling with clear wisdom (and stupidity), pressing me for an answer. The corners of his mouth turned up, revealing bright tiger teeth. The puppy expression clashed violently with his current tough-guy image in a tank top and cargo pants. But the badder the man, the more I loved it. I answered without thinking. "I like Boss Leo." As soon as I said it, I met Caleb's expectant gaze. Feeling it was inappropriate and afraid he'd be hurt, I quickly added. "Not that I don't like Caleb. As long as it's you, I like..." Before I could finish, Caleb grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. I fell back helplessly, following his force. His other hand lightly encircled my waist. His voice was low and seductive. "If I knew you liked bad boys..." "I wouldn't have pretended." ...? Caleb is a bastard. The little puppy act was all a lie. I was angry, but touching his chest muscles, hard and developed after three months, and resting my head on his arm, I slept soundly. Instantly not angry anymore. Half-asleep, I heard him whispering in my ear. "Sorry, wifey." "In the future... I won't hide anything from you." I mumbled a response. 4 "Dad, sob, save me." "Daughter, don't be afraid!" After a brief exchange, I obediently handed the phone to Caleb. "Boss Leo! If anything happens to my daughter, don't think about catching me!" "Heh." "I'll only give you a week. Show me what you've got." Phone hung up. Routine performance over. I collapsed into Caleb's arms, stuffing green grapes into his mouth. Feeding him until his furrowed brows relaxed. The watching henchmen looked three parts incredulous, seven parts "prostrate in admiration." The two familiar henchmen started their silent communication again. Lusty Henchman opened his mouth wide, giving Savior Henchman a stunned look: Is this woman a witch? Look at Boss, he's bewitched silly. Savior Henchman pursed his lips, glancing at him: Not really, Boss knows what he's doing. Lusty Henchman exaggerated his expression: Wait until she rips Boss's heart out, then it'll be too late. Savior Henchman: ... Me: Reputation seriously damaged. Caleb suddenly spoke, interrupting their communication, his gaze slightly cold. "Rick, Mike, stop looking sneaky in front of me. It's annoying." "Get out." Rick (Lusty) and Mike turned pale and quickly slipped out. I looked back at him with a smile. Did he notice them gossiping about me and stood up for me? Caleb tightened his arm around my waist, pulling me closer, whispering hoarsely in my ear. "Don't look around in my arms." "Look at me." Before leaning in to kiss me, he looked up and coldly swept a glance at the other henchmen. They tactfully left, closing the door behind them. I reached up to smooth out the frown Caleb kept to maintain his persona, unable to suppress a laugh. "Boss~ Jealous?" "Very jealous." His gaze was burning. Just as he curved his lips to kiss me, the door banged open. "Boss, new goods arrived!" Rick (Lusty Henchman) delivered the news at the worst time. Caleb took a deep breath, looking at the door with a hint of anger. "Get lost." The door closed quickly. Caleb and I looked at each other. After adjusting his mood to continue. We heard Rick gossiping loudly outside. "Holy crap, Boss smiled. First time!" "He smiled so wide at that woman." "How to put it... Boss is handsome, but his smile is weird... kinda gross." The air froze for a second. Caleb put me down gently, cracking his knuckles as he walked to the door, his gaze grim. Well, hope Rick survives.
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