Love from My Dominant Boss

Michael’s ebony eyes were fixated on me, his gaze glinting with barely banked fury. Seeing that, I knew that he was on the verge of blowing his top.

“You’re the only one who knows whether you’re a libertine, and that has nothing to do with me.”

Hastily averting my gaze, I screwed my eyes shut after saying that and feigned sleep because I didn’t want to debate that matter with him anymore.

Despite my closed eyes, I could sense that Michael’s gaze remained pinned on me. Nonetheless, I didn’t dare open my eyes and could only pray that he would go to sleep quickly.

A long time passed before he finally shifted his gaze away and closed his eyes to sleep. Perhaps it was because I had angered him earlier that he slept with his back to me without touching me.

While a sliver of distress slithered into me, I felt that it was a good thing at the end of the day. After all, it was far better than being thoroughly ravished by the man.

In the next few days, Michael was rather cold to me. To top it off, he hadn’t been to Birchwood in two consecutive days, making me wonder whether he had gone to the other woman’s place.

It was presently late at night, and it was the third day he had been absent. I was at sixes and sevens, held captive by the dread that he had truly gone to seek other the other woman.

I wanted to phone him, yet I dared not do so. Instead, I agonized over the matter all alone.

Argh! This is so frustrating!

Just when I had finally snapped and started pacing in the living room, my cell phone rang out of the blue. I swiftly snagged it up in hopes that it was a call from Michael.

But when I glimpsed the caller ID, dejection settled in because it was a call from my mother. On second thought, thrill flooded me.

“Mom, you’re finally giving me a call!”

phoned me. And every time I did so, she always rejected the call. Hence, I was over the moon when she suddenly rang me up right

of your

other end of the phone, my mother’s voice was still a touch frosty, but it

excited. Striding to the hallway, I

silence hung in the corridors. My mother was sitting at the head of the hospital bed when I reached Steven’s ward, wiping his face with

cautiously after walking over

me that she would again treat me to a frigid expression as

my voice, my parents’ eyes alighted on me in concert. After

a placid glance, my mother expressionlessly handed the towel to me and ordered, “Since you’re here, come and wipe your

toward me, she

from her, I sat down in

come over to the hospital at this hour after having worked the

at me was

weariness doesn’t matter as long as you recover

actually felt a tad perturbed and uneasy. Their drastic change of attitude was so sudden that I couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was

During the weekend, you can come over and help

then came up behind me. It was the first time she

wondered whether I had misheard her. Is she really showing concern for me? And is she really not going to push all

these years, I had only ever heard grumbles and reprisals from her. For that reason, I was both jubilant

not tired. You must be tired after taking care of Stevie in the hospital for so many days. How about you find a place and rest for a

begun showing regard for me, so it was good news to me. As I clocked her haggard face of

surely be a nurse who was here making her rounds considering the late hour, but my expression instantly