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.

the one who turned off my alarm? How could he simply fiddle with my cell phone? Doesn’t he know what

registered the meaning of his final utterance, my heart hammered wildly. He actually admitted that he was wrong before me? Has

“Mr. Shaw, I…”

of my stupor. I opened my mouth to say

the phone, I curled my lips in chagrin. Good grief! That was the first time he admitted to having made a

long time. Why would an arrogant man like

puzzlement, I forced myself not to think about anything remotely related to Michael. His mind was wired differently from others, after all, so I could

When hunger pangs hit, I made a cup of instant noodles, determined to relax

washing up or changing my clothes, I was so sloppy that I

at my state that his eyes almost popped

just fall into

me with utter

 

it necessary for you to be so harsh, Michael? I merely didn’t wash up or doll up today.

hearing that, I frowned in consternation. Jeez, he’s really exaggerating things. Although I’m a bit disheveled, I don’t look as

in you when you’re showing me such an unsightly side of

“That’s your problem.”

in me since I wasn’t in the mood to entertain him recently.

vexation. In the next second, his commanding voice

hour to take a

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

noodles on the dining table. He was

came out after showering and changing into a set of clean pajamas, Michael was sitting in the living room with a terrifyingly grim

to relax at home today, and you made such

at the empty cup of instant noodles on

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