Love from My Dominant Boss

Love from My Dominant Boss Chapter 409

Meeting My Child

Even though it had been a year, Birchwood had stayed more or less the same when I compared its current state to how it looked in my memory. The only thing different there was me.

When I arrived at the gate, the guard was a little shocked to see me. “It’s you, Ms. Garcia. It’s been a long time since you’re back here.”

I used to talk to the guard a little when I lived there. It was a pleasant surprise that he still remembered me.

“Yeah, I don’t live here anymore, though I do have a matter I need to deal with today. Can you let me in?” I smiled.

As I did live there for a long time, and the guard still recognized me, he let me in without any problem.

My heart was beating loudly while I stood in front of the building I used to live with Michael. It took me a long time before I was able to control my emotions and press the bell.

I was so nervous and excited to meet my child that my hand was trembling with sweat.

The door was soon opened by Michael. We exchanged a plain glance instead of a hostile one like before.

“You came before our agreed time. It seems like you really want to see our child, huh?” There was something slightly off about his demeanor, even though I couldn’t discern anything wrong.

“Where’s my child?” It didn’t really matter to me, though. The only reason I was there was to meet my child, and that was the only thing I was paying attention to.

You child is inside.” He furrowed his eyebrows and gave me an unsatisfied look

Tears streamed down my

and approached him. He looked clean. His eyes were round and

sat next to him, but my heart was filled with joy. It

stared at

was trying very hard to hold back my emotions. There was a strong desire nudging me to hug him, but I was worried he might get scared, so

I saw how he wasn’t afraid of me at all, I

real, it still felt like I was in a dream. It felt so unreal

us warmly from a

in my embrace for a long time before I slowly wiped my tears away. I turned my head to

“Amaury,” he replied.

it because of… No, that can’t be the

myself because I didn’t want my child’s

attention shifted back to him. I

couldn’t quite understand what I

that he didn’t say anything, but if he could at this age, he would probably be

how to call me Mommy. How about you call me when you’re a bit older, okay?” Regardless

his arms and

to tell, he was definitely

approached me and picked Amaury up. I was quite surprised that my child