Love from My Dominant Boss

I stopped in my tracks briefly upon hearing that and stormed off without looking back.

I’m nothing but an outsider to this family… No one gives a damn what I say or do. Sometimes, I even wonder if I’m actually adopted…

I couldn’t fall asleep after returning to my room as my mom’s words from earlier kept echoing in my head.

After a bit of tossing and turning in bed, I decided to give Natalie a call and ask her if she was feeling any better. To my surprise, I saw a text message from Michael when I unlocked my phone.

Curious as to what he sent me, I quickly tapped on it with my trembling fingers.

Michael: Give me a call when you get back tomorrow. I’ll go pick you up at the station.

He wants to come pick me up…

I was shaking all over from shock and confusion as to why he was suddenly being so nice to me.

However, there was no denying the fact that I felt happy when I read his text.

no time and quickly replied:

me in a very bad mood, but Michael’s text removed all of that

 Had Michael been an ordinary guy instead of a CEO, I probably would’ve fallen in love with him ages ago! Sure, he’s quite domineering and unreasonable, but he did help me out a lot in

to my text, but that was just wishful thinking on

waiting for his reply which never came, and it

us all breakfast by the time

up after a good night’s sleep,

spent more than half of the hundred thousand on paying off his gambling debt, and that made

or Mom would definitely cut ties

milk, Steven shifted his gaze towards me and asked, “I heard you found yourself a rich boyfriend, Anna. Is that true? When are you going to introduce him to us?

obviously referring to Michael, but I knew it wasn’t Michael’s character that he was interested

boyfriend. Also, drop the act, will you? I know you’re only interested in

me, Anna? What, I can’t even care

the hot-tempered guy that he was, Steven got angry and raised

anything, you should worry about yourself! You’re not a kid anymore, for goodness’ sake! It’s time you found

himself into so much trouble over the years that whatever patience I had left has

an indignant look as he protested, “Do you see that, Mom?

earlier as all I wanted was for

years, and I’m sure he’ll turn out just fine! You should stop being such a nitpicker, Anna! Who hasn’t made

speak up for me, not even once. Whenever Steven and I got into arguments, I was the one she pinned the blame on. Seriously, does