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

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

I started walking over to Michael, his voice

before grousing, “Why must I cook

mouthy, Anna! The housekeepers have the day off, so you go and

much, I had no excuse to refuse

sigh, I dragged my

kitchen, I opened it, only to be greeted by bare shelves that held only tomatoes

too few ingredients in the fridge,” I said to Michael in exasperation after glancing at the ingredients

entertaining clients almost every day,” Michael, who was

every day? I wonder how his perfect figure

I was also at a 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,

the kitchen for what seemed an eternity, I

cook noodles since I didn’t want to spend too much time and effort

then cooked two bowls of noodles and carried them

off the apron, I uttered mildly to Michael, who was reading in the living room, “Alright, dinner is

the book in his hands and

his lips tilted into a faint arc, he looked particularly

when he reached me and glimpsed the food on

cooked for dinner after spending hours in

gaped at me incredulously while pointing at one of

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

bowl to my front and poured half of the scrambled

scrunched even deeper, and he eyed me