Love from My Dominant Boss

Chapter 158

I raked a hand through my hair in frustration. Argh! I wonder how much Mr. Doyle is going to penalize me since I’m late to work today!

I then flipped through my contacts for Harry’s number to give him a call and explain things. But before I had even pressed the dial button, a call came in.

At the sight of Michael’s name flashing across the screen, my heart pounded wildly.

 

Shit! Could he be calling at this time to question why I’m not in the office yet? Oh God, what should I do? How should I explain it to him? I can’t say that I overslept, can I? After all, such an excuse isn’t valid to him!

Throughout my internal monologue, my phone continued ringing. Inhaling deeply, I finally answered the call uneasily.

 

“Hello, Mr. Shaw…” I murmured after the call was connected.

Sheer anxiety ricocheted within me, for I was terrified that Michael’s apoplectic voice would suddenly blast out from the other end of the phone.

“You’re awake?”

To my surprise, Michael didn’t rage at me. Instead, his voice was placid with a trace of warmth.

My heart skipped a beat at once, and a strange feeling pervaded me. I shook my head forcefully, telling myself that I had to be hearing things since he would never speak to me so tenderly.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Shaw. I overslept this morning.”

Well, regardless of whether he’s calling to reprimand me, I can’t go wrong with an apology right off the bat. Even if he’s irate, he won’t be too angry when I apologize so sincerely.

“I was the one who turned off your alarm. I’m giving you the day off, so just stay home and rest up. Perhaps I went about things wrongly yesterday.”

Michael’s deep and alluring voice was still as detached as ever as it drifted over, yet my heart fluttered.

he simply fiddle with my

admission, but when I registered the meaning of his final utterance, my heart hammered wildly. He actually admitted that he was

“Mr. Shaw, I…”

was a long while before I snapped out of my stupor. I opened my mouth to say something else, but he

in chagrin. Good grief! That was the first time he admitted to having made a mistake, yet he only uttered that

long time. Why would

Michael. His mind was wired differently from others, after all, so I could never comprehend his thoughts even if I were

anywhere. When hunger pangs hit,

without washing up or changing my clothes, I was so sloppy

he was so shocked at my state that his eyes almost popped out of his head. Never once

fall into a

briefcase in his hand, Michael eyed me with utter contempt as his striking brows

 

so harsh, Michael? I merely didn’t wash up or doll up today. You’re

frowned in consternation. Jeez, he’s really exaggerating things. Although I’m a bit disheveled, I don’t look as bad as having fallen into the trash

you afraid that I’ll lose interest in you when you’re showing me such an unsightly side

“That’s your problem.”

wasn’t in the mood to entertain him recently. I was already annoyed by

the next second, his commanding

hour to take

together. While I was disgruntled at his order, I still ambled to the bathroom for a

on the empty cup of instant noodles on the dining table. He was a clean freak, so he was definitely hopping mad

of clean pajamas, Michael was sitting in the living room with a terrifyingly grim

home today, and you made such a

the empty cup of instant noodles on the

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