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.

this way? Plus, what happened with Steven was not

so, his facial expression indicated his anger towards my

since I was a little kid. They just made it even more obvious

a look of nonchalance as I said

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 your brother instead. That’s

in his while looking at me. Heartache was written all over his

his touch. Instead, I let him

again, he would ask the nurses to take my temperature. His meticulous care for me touched me

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

I tried, that was the only reasoning that I

sun began to set. Ronan had taken care of me for hours. I was starting to feel sorry for taking up so much of his time. Just as I was about to ask him to go home, the door

Mom with a box

be hungry. I brought you

in front of me before pouring me a

feel my heart squeezed. After she left this noon, she had not visited me again, albeit Steven’s

adverted my gaze, refusing to showcase my tense relationship with Mom in front

noticed there were only

at my mom. Even though I was not satisfied with the food, I swallowed my disappointment while reminding myself to be grateful that Mom was willing to bring me food.

There are barely any nutrients. Anna is a sick patient right now, so she needs nutrients for

towards Mom. His voice was laced with displeasure

who’s this? A

a frown, Mom peered at Ronan before directing her question to

He’s my

had