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!

voice drifted over. “Just leave

voice was placid as he spoke. Whirling around, I looked at him in delight as an inexplicable thrill shot through

you still standing there? Hurry up and cook! Or are you

walking over to Michael, his voice

I threw him a disgruntled look before grousing, “Why must I cook when

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

I had no excuse to

I dragged my

refrigerator in the kitchen, I opened it, only to be greeted by bare shelves that held only tomatoes and

There are too few ingredients in the fridge,” I said

I’m entertaining clients almost every day,” Michael, who

entertaining clients almost every day? I wonder how his perfect figure came to be

I cook with a few tomatoes and eggs? I can’t be making scrambled eggs with tomatoes for the two of

for what seemed an eternity, I finally decided on my signature dish –

work in the past, I used to cook noodles since I didn’t want

tomatoes, I then cooked two bowls of

I uttered mildly to Michael, who was reading in the living

my voice, he put down the book in his hands and

of his lips tilted into a faint arc, he looked particularly

reached me and glimpsed the food on the table, his

this all you cooked for dinner after spending hours

me incredulously while pointing at one of the bowls of noodles, his voice filled

didn’t want to cook such

bowl to my front and poured half

brows scrunched even deeper, and he eyed me with