Love from My Dominant Boss

The clothes hanging in the dressing room were all suits and shirts. Even the shoes in there were almost all black leather shoes.

Well, well… almost all his clothes are suits. In fact, I don’t see any casual clothes at all.

I randomly snagged one of Michael’s white shirts and promptly put it on.

My shirt wasn’t fit to be worn anymore, so I could only make do with his shirt. After all, I couldn’t possibly go about his house in my birthday suit.

His shirt was very big, so it fell to midthigh on me. While it appeared rather odd, it was far better than my torn shirt.

When I went downstairs, Michael was sitting in the living room with his legs crossed elegantly. As I looked at him from afar, I could sense the innate regality he exuded.

Hearing my footsteps, he glanced over his shoulder. The moment he saw that I was wearing his shirt, his alluring brows creased deeply.

Gazing into his eyes, I suddenly remembered that he had mysophobia. Could it be that the look in his eyes now is of reproach because I’m wearing his shirt?

“My shirt is torn, so I have no choice but to wear yours temporarily. But don’t worry, for I’ll definitely wash it before returning it to you,” I hastily explained, looking at him anxiously.

I was rather diffident since I took it without his permission.

Despite that, he was still eyeing me up and down. I couldn’t fathom his thoughts, and precisely for that reason, I felt all the edgier.

“You know what, I’ll change out of it right away.”

Hanging my head, I spun around to go upstairs and change out of the shirt after saying that morosely.

How stingy! Is this necessary when I just wanted to borrow his shirt for a while? It’s of no consequence to him!

about to reach the staircase, Michael’s voice drifted over. “Just leave it on since you’re already wearing

voice was placid as he spoke. Whirling around, I looked at him in

up and

over to Michael, his voice rang out

look before grousing, “Why must I

me impatiently. “You’re really mouthy, Anna! The housekeepers have the day off, so you go

much, I had

sigh, I dragged

opened it, only to be greeted by bare shelves

ingredients in the fridge,” I said to Michael in

almost every day,” Michael, who was drinking coffee

curled my lips. He’s entertaining clients almost every day? I wonder how his perfect figure came to be when he’s not eating properly every day,

loss right then. What can I cook with a few tomatoes and eggs? I can’t be making scrambled eggs with tomatoes for the two of us, can

my brains in the kitchen for what seemed an eternity, I finally decided on my signature

was swamped with work in the past, I used to cook noodles since I didn’t want to spend too much time

tomatoes, I then cooked two bowls of noodles and carried them to the dining

to Michael, who was reading in the

the book in his hands and strode

corners of his lips tilted into a faint arc, he

he reached me and glimpsed the food on the table, his

cooked for dinner after spending hours in the kitchen? You only

pointing at one of the bowls

can clearly see for yourself? I didn’t want to cook such a simple fare either, but there’s

shifted a bowl to my front and poured half

even deeper, and