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!”

And every time I did so, she always rejected the call. Hence, I was over

you free now? If you’re not tired, come over and help to take care of your brother. Your father and I are both up in years, so

other end of the phone, my mother’s voice was still a touch frosty, but it was already a great improvement from before. Elated, I promptly replied, “Sure! I’ll go over

I was still feeling very much excited. Striding to the hallway, I grabbed

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

cautiously after walking over to my

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

hearing my voice, my parents’ eyes alighted on me in concert. After Stevens’s incident, uneasiness

me a placid glance, my mother expressionlessly handed the towel to me and

she was apathetic toward me, she

I sat down in front of Steven and carefully wiped his

at this hour after having worked the entire day?”

in his eyes as he stared at me was detached, but his animosity of

weariness doesn’t matter as long as you

first time my family was ever so amiable to me. To that end, I actually felt a tad perturbed and uneasy. Their drastic change of attitude was so sudden that I

to rest. During the weekend, you can come

was the first time she ever showed concern for

misheard her. Is she really showing concern for me? And is

and reprisals from her. For that reason, I was both

You must be tired after taking care of Stevie in the hospital for so many days. How about

showing regard for me, so it was good news to me. As

when she was about to reply, the door to the ward was abruptly pushed open. I thought it would surely be a nurse who