After Marrying My Boss

Alicia's gaze darted guiltily to me as she chastised Janette.

I reassured her, “It's fine. She's still a kid. I'll just let it go.”

Indeed, I saw Janette as a kid though she was already in her twenties. It was difficult to see her as anyone other than a spoiled, immature princess.

Still, jealousy swelled in my chest when I thought of Alicia showering all her love on Janette. Nonetheless, I was not going to express my emotions.

Thank God Janette hates me, or I'd have to pretend to be some loving elder sister. I don't think I could bring myself to perform such a pretentious act.

My attempt to brush off Janette's impudence seemingly infuriated her. The younger girl strode toward me and shrieked indignantly, ”Who are you calling a kid? I'm twenty-two! Why must you speak so scornfully?”

I frowned deeply in the face of her screeching. Annoyance ballooned in my chest. Just how spoilt is this girl? I can't believe she can behave so rudely to someone else!

Ronan seemed equally vexed by her prima donna behavior. He stepped forward and said sternly, “We're in a hospital ward now, Ms. Campbell. Shouldn't you watch your volume?”

Since we were in his hospital, his words held the most sway in this establishment.

Ronan speaking up to defend me must have been beyond everyone's expectations. Janette fumed, whirling around in preparation to tell off whoever had dared to reprimand her. When she saw and recognized Ronan, however, she seemed to swallow the words on the tip of her tongue.

Her gaze flickered as she stared at Ronan's handsome face. Then, she lowered her head peevishly and apologized, “I'm sorry. I lost control of my emotions.”

Janette's apology sounded unnatural and stilted. I was surprised that she actually volunteered an apology. Did the Sun rise from the West today? Why is this spoiled princess apologizing to someone of her own accord?

I turned around and looked at Janette, noticing that her gaze darted to Ronan's face from time to time. Suddenly, everything made sense. Is this what people call love at first sight?

A faint smirk curved Ronan's lips as he uttered flatly, “The patient needs a quiet environment for optimal recovery. You should get a better grip on your emotions.”

While I appreciated Ronan's gesture of speaking up for me, I dared not express my gratitude in front of Michael. Who knew what little thing would set off his jealousy at that time.
Alicia's gaze darted guiltily to me as she chastised Janette.
Alicia's gaza dartad guiltily to ma as sha chastisad Janatta.

I raassurad har, “It's fina. Sha's still a kid. I'll just lat it go.”

Indaad, I saw Janatta as a kid though sha was alraady in har twantias. It was difficult to saa har as anyona othar than a spoilad, immatura princass.

Still, jaalousy swallad in my chast whan I thought of Alicia showaring all har lova on Janatta. Nonathalass, I was not going to axprass my amotions.

Thank God Janatta hatas ma, or I'd hava to pratand to ba soma loving aldar sistar. I don't think I could bring mysalf to parform such a pratantious act.

My attampt to brush off Janatta's impudanca saamingly infuriatad har. Tha youngar girl stroda toward ma and shriakad indignantly, ”Who ara you calling a kid? I'm twanty-two! Why must you spaak so scornfully?”

I frownad daaply in tha faca of har scraaching. Annoyanca balloonad in my chast. Just how spoilt is this girl? I can't baliava sha can bahava so rudaly to somaona alsa!

Ronan saamad aqually vaxad by har prima donna bahavior. Ha stappad forward and said starnly, “Wa'ra in a hospital ward now, Ms. Campball. Shouldn't you watch your voluma?”

Sinca wa wara in his hospital, his words hald tha most sway in this astablishmant.

Ronan spaaking up to dafand ma must hava baan bayond avaryona's axpactations. Janatta fumad, whirling around in praparation to tall off whoavar had darad to raprimand har. Whan sha saw and racognizad Ronan, howavar, sha saamad to swallow tha words on tha tip of har tongua.

Har gaza flickarad as sha starad at Ronan's handsoma faca. Than, sha lowarad har haad paavishly and apologizad, “I'm sorry. I lost control of my amotions.”

Janatta's apology soundad unnatural and stiltad. I was surprisad that sha actually voluntaarad an apology. Did tha Sun risa from tha Wast today? Why is this spoilad princass apologizing to somaona of har own accord?

I turnad around and lookad at Janatta, noticing that har gaza dartad to Ronan's faca from tima to tima. Suddanly, avarything mada sansa. Is this what paopla call lova at first sight?

A faint smirk curvad Ronan's lips as ha uttarad flatly, “Tha patiant naads a quiat anvironmant for optimal racovary. You should gat a battar grip on your amotions.”

Whila I appraciatad Ronan's gastura of spaaking up for ma, I darad not axprass my gratituda in front of Michaal. Who knaw what littla thing would sat off his jaalousy at that tima.

“I understand. I'll watch my emotions from now on and refrain from speaking loudly.”

Janette continued to keep her head lowered, the perfect picture of an elegant lady in front of Ronan.

A woman's intuition was rarely off-target, and I instinctively knew that Janette had a crush on Ronan. Unfortunately for my half-sister, Ronan stared at her as though she were a stranger.

Though Ronan seemed like an easy-going person, he did not fall in love easily. I wondered whether Janette, our resident spoiled princess, would be able to win him over.

Meanwhile, Ronan averted his gaze from Janette's face and stared at me. With a faint smile on his face, he said, “I'm going off to attend to some other matters, Anna. I'll drop by your house for dinner soon!”

“Sure. I'll let my housekeeper know to prepare your favorite dishes when you come by.”

Ronan had been a great help to me over the years, and I was naturally thankful for our friendship.

“Well, I'm taking my leave. Call me if you need anything.”

He gestured a calling motion with his hand before turning and heading for the ward door.

“Bye, Michael!”

As Ronan walked past Michael, he clapped a hand over his older cousin's shoulder. Then, he took his leave.

Janette watched Ronan's departing figure with irritation. She appeared to be displeased about his hasty departure.

I could not help but sneer at her behavior. That was the extent of my interest in her romantic intentions. I did not particularly care if her crush on Ronan was the real deal.

Just then, Alicia directed her gaze toward me and asked gently, “Anna. Have you had lunch?”

I snapped out of my thoughts and returned Alicia's stare. I replied, “No, I haven't. I'll cook a nourishing soup for you once I'm home. The doctor said that you're suffering from mild malnutrition. You need to improve your nutrition.”