Love from My Dominant Boss

Ronan continued to comfort me. A strange sense of warmth exuded from his embrace.

Formerly, I thought of Ronan no more than a flirtatious playboy who was only trying to get me in bed. However, I had come to the realization that he truly did care for me.

Ronan did not stop me as I squeezed him tighter. Only when I was exhausted from all the crying did I let him go. As I pulled away, I noticed a huge stain of my sweat and tears on his shirt near his collar.

“Sorry for making your shirt dirty…”

Embarrassed to see the mess I have created, I mumbled sheepishly while avoiding eye contact. Overwhelmed by my emotions, I only cared about letting it out before I drowned in my own tears, forgetting that I had no relation with the man in front of me.

“It’s okay, as long as you have stopped crying. You almost scared me to death just now. I thought I had said something wrong that drove you to tears.”

Ronan shrugged and peered nonchalantly at his dampened shirt before turning to face me, concerned.

“It’s not your fault. I just thought of something upsetting.”

Utterly grateful that he had allowed me to cry on his shoulder, my perspective towards Ronan started to shift.

“Do you want to talk about it? After that crying session we just had, we should at least be friends now, right?”

A bright smile bloomed on his face as he looked at me carefully.

His big eyes made him look like an oversized toddler. However, I was surprisingly at ease by just staring into his sparkling eyes.

After a few minutes of hesitation, my lips parted as words started to spill out. I told Ronan everything that was happening between my family and me. It was not that I wanted his sympathy. I just needed to vent.

“Your parents had gone overboard this time. When we first met, you were kicked out of the hospital ward. Was it because of this?”

After my rant, Ronan’s eyes were filled with newfound pity. I pursed my lips subtly. Truth to be told, I did not like being pitied.

I nodded in silence.

Steven was not even your fault. Why did they push the responsibility

his facial expression

fine. I’m used to it anyways. It has always been like this since I was a little kid. They just made it

feigning a look of nonchalance as I said that

you really are used to it, you wouldn’t have cried so hard just now. Also, given how sick you are, your parents still choose not to take care of you but be with

at me. Heartache was written

his touch. Instead, I let him continue holding my

time again, he would ask the

there was something peculiar that I had noticed. For some unknown reason, all of the nurses seemed to treat Ronan with extra caution. All of them were very

how hard I tried, that was the only reasoning that I

taking up so much of his time. Just as I was about to ask

Mom with a box

hungry. I brought you some dinner. Eat

in front of me before pouring me a cup of

of my Mom, I could not help but feel my heart squeezed. After she left this noon, she had not visited me again, albeit Steven’s ward was on the same floor

my tense relationship

only two

swallowed my disappointment while reminding myself to be grateful that Mom was willing to bring me food. Without another word, I picked up the cutlery. Before I could

barely any nutrients. Anna is a sick patient right now, so she needs nutrients for her to get better. This food is not going to do anything for her

glare towards Mom. His voice was

A friend

frown, Mom peered at Ronan

He’s my

called Ronan my friend. However, after the attentiveness he had shown me that afternoon, I realized that