Love from My Dominant Boss

Chapter 495 Something That Troubles Alicia

Her words rendered me speechless. For a moment, I didn’t know what to say. It was weird to hear someone say that. Upon noticing how quiet I was, the housekeeper ended the conversation and went to help Alicia in the kitchen.

Only Michael and I were left in the living hall. “What’s on your mind?” he asked, looking into my eyes. “Why is Mrs. Campbell so nice to me? Do you think she has an ulterior motive?”

I lifted my head to look at him quizzically. I had never had a hard time reading someone’s mind like this before.

“We all do certain things for certain reasons. I’m sure she has her reason too.”

After he took a glance at the kitchen, a hard glint flashed across Michael’s eyes.

I continued asking, “Then, what’s her motive? I’ve only gotten to know her recently, yet all of a sudden, she treated me as if I was a VIP. What does she want from me?”

Michael had always been good at reading people’s minds, and I was desperate to hear what he had to say.

I liked hospitable and affectionate people like Alicia. She treated me as if I was her own daughter even though I knew it was impossible.

“I’m sure she must have her reason for approaching you, but I’m not sure if you want to know the truth. I believe she wouldn’t do anything to harm you.”

Michael glanced at me. There was still something else on his mind, but he chose not to say it. Instead, he picked up the cup and took a sip of the tea.

I frowned and gave him a confused look. I felt he knew something but kept acting like he didn’t know anything.

“Are you hiding something from me? Tell me if you know it unless you enjoy seeing me confused.”

sent someone to investigate Alicia. I bet he must have found

what she wants. You just need to enjoy her hospitality, and don’t

tell me anything.

still wanted to keep me in the

out all the dishes and placed them on the dining table. She then

the dining table. I turned around to look at Michael, but he only had a deadpan expression on

when I was about to try the grilled fish, she reminded

if it doesn’t suit your taste. I’ll cook it better the next time,”

up in my eyes,

not even my mom. Alicia had indeed made me feel at

It would be so embarrassing if I were to shed a tear

tried to hide my emotions, Alicia seemed

wrong? Does it taste bad? I should talk to a chef to brush up on my culinary skills. I supposed I had lost

bad and looked

delicious. I felt touched because no one has ever been so kind to

a little suspicious of Alicia’s motive, but now,

her face had vanished. She wanted to say something but hesitated for a

she asked, “Anna, can you

she was eager to

question, I answered her out of courtesy. “I grew up in a village. My parents paid

but

told