Love from My Dominant Boss

Chapter 508 Putting On An Act

“I am still your mother,” she murmured as she wiped her bloodshot eyes, putting on a brave smile. “We will never be just strangers. It’s okay if you need some time to think about it. I will be patiently waiting for the day you decide to forgive me.”

“I have work to do,” I said curtly. “Please leave now.”

Unable to bear giving in to the impulse of hurting her again, I dismissed her before turning away.

I hated how I always felt conflicted every time I saw Alicia. I would much rather not see her at all than have to deal with those feelings.

When I arrived at my office on the eighth floor, I could still see her from my window.

I watched her until she got into her car and drove off after standing still for a very long time. I felt that my words had finally done the trick.

The fact that I could feel the sincerity and love with which she sought my forgiveness made the guilt in my stomach bubble all the more ferociously. Perhaps she truly felt remorse for abandoning me. The moment at which I would find myself ready to forgive her remained a mystery even to myself.

When I sat before my cluttered desk in a valiant attempt to shift my focus onto work, I realized that I had, for personal reasons, fallen very far behind. Though the boss did not say anything, I was aware that I had overstepped the line as a manager by setting a poor example.

Just when I was beginning to gather my focus for work, my door was suddenly thrown open with a bang. Janette stormed in, followed by my secretary who was looking thoroughly nervous.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Garcia. I tried my best to stop her but she insisted on having a word with you.”

The girl glanced at me sheepishly as she announced the intruder’s arrival, fearing that I might lose my temper with her for her failure at doing her job.

shifted to the timid

relief before scurrying

find it rude to barge into my office?” I said, employing the same stiff tone with which I addressed her mother earlier that day. “This isn’t the first time you have done that. Unlike you,

unbridled hostility. Vividly recollecting the aftermath of our previous encounter, I

responded arrogantly. “I think you’re aware that

sickens you so much, why have you come to my office?” I answered, with

not feel the need to take her too seriously as she

if it weren’t for my mother! I don’t understand what she sees in you to

jealousy as she revealed the intention of

frowned at her words, almost forgetting that she was

at the realization that the girl before me was a product of all of my

born with the privilege of growing up under

won’t reconcile with your mother. You

attitude toward this entire situation from our previous conversation. I was sure that she would be pleased to know

said angrily. “Why do you feel the need to be cold and cruel to our mother? Do you know how much sleep she’d lost over the years for you? All she could talk about is meeting you again. You should feel honored instead of

to judge me?” I demanded, my temper flaring up from her accusatory tone. “You have never been in

placing blame on anybody else

would be ready to forgive her and pick our relationship where

let me warn you. Don’t you dare hurt my