Love from My Dominant Boss

I knew that the woman was determined to force me into cutting ties with Michael and would not easily give up. Her threatening tone had caused another wave of fury to engulf me.

When I was back at home, there was still no sign of Michael. I was disappointed, as I was thinking of telling him about what happened earlier.

Unable to restrain the growing exasperation in my heart, I needed to vent my anger at once. Why are there endless hiccups in my life?

I took out Michael’s red wine from the wine cabinet and slumped onto the couch. People claim that they tend to forget about their frustrations when they get drunk. Let me give it a try! I poured the red wine into a glass and started to drink.

I did not know the way to judge the quality of red wine and just finished glass by glass spontaneously. Due to my low alcohol tolerance, I started to feel giddy after gulping down a few glasses of red wine. Apart from that, my vision became blurry gradually.

Not long after that, I had finished almost half a bottle of Michael’s red wine. I sensed that I had started to get drunk, yet those disgruntling moments I intended to put out of my mind appeared to be even more vivid in my mind. What’s the matter? Why do I tend to remember everything better even after I’m drunk?

Drink my sorrows away? I really doubted if it was effective. I was almost drunk, yet I could not put the despair out of my mind. My heart flinched whenever I recalled how my beloved family members would readily betray me just to obtain one million.

By the time Michael reached home, I was completely drunk. Upon hearing the sound of the door opened, I turned to look in the direction of the door. The moment his figure came into view, I was overcome by a wave of indignance.

a smile and burped. After struggling frantically to get up, I wobbled toward

his steps and knitted his brows. “Have you been drinking?” He was displeased when he caught a glimpse of the bottle

floor. However, a

raised his voice, his frown deepened into a scowl. There were flickers of fury in

couch.

Right that instant, tears started to well up in my eyes. I yearned to

the matter with you? Have you

wrong with that? Can’t I have the right to even do this? Why can’t I decide for my own life? Why do I need to give in to all of you

my parents. After all, they were the ones who nurtured me throughout these years, so I did not have the heart to be on

at the sight of my agitation. When he came to his senses, there was anger simmering in his eyes

Since young, I have been working hard to fulfill your requests. I always think that it’s because I’m not

parents were treating me indifferently all the time. I had tried by all means, yet they never changed their demeanor toward me. It did not make sense if it was just

man and was surely able to guess what I had encountered a while ago. Thus, he strode toward me

low, charismatic voice. Sensing