Love from My Dominant Boss

Chapter 270 The Mad Ronan

Shocked, I gawked at Michael with widened eyes. I felt lost. A compensation of fifty million…

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would be so serious…”

My body quivered all over. I was rendered speechless and felt guilty. It never occurred to me that wreaking havoc at his wedding would bring about such a serious consequence.

If I had known it, I would not have done so.

“What’s the use of apologizing now?”

Staring at a perturbed me, he frowned slightly. His expression softened but his tone remained aloof.

To me, fifty million was a whole lot of money. Clenching my fists, I made a decision despite my fear. “I’ll look for Emma and bring her back now.”

However, Michael apparently knew why I suggested looking for Emma. “Stand right there!” As soon as I turned around, his indifferent voice sounded. His dark eyes were smoldering with rage as he marched over to me.

Sensing his irritation, I felt my heart racing wildly. I did not know how to deal with his mood swings.

My attempt to look for Emma infuriated him. His voice became much huskier. “Do you think I’m someone who would go back on my words? I said the wedding is canceled, and I mean it.”

Didn’t you say that you’re losing fifty million because I’ve crashed your wedding? I’m going to get Emma back so you won’t have to lose so much money, and the collaboration can go on as well.”

I had caused him a substantial loss but the indignation that I

such a timid man in your eyes? Do I look

the lines and noticed the contempt in my words. Nevertheless, I did not know

looked right into his eyes and asked impassively, “What

at me and answered coldly, “Hold a wedding

another glance, he strode

his back as he made his way upstairs. What does he mean by holding a wedding

to me. My heart leaped at this

really want to marry me? Am

so surreal. Did he really say

stood rooted to the spot for a long time before I finally pulled myself together. I then

would only provoke him further, so I’d better leave now and only apologize to him after he simmered

home, I still found it hard to believe that Michael

I never expected him to marry me. All I could think about was to stop the vicious

drew the attention of numerous passersby. Some recognized that I was the woman who crashed Michael’s wedding earlier. Many pointed fingers at me, criticizing me for being the third wheel and

the past, it would have made my blood boil. But now, I could not care less. They were not me, so they could

back to my place at Birchwood, I saw

sight of the man. Standing there, I did not know

his head and saw me. His expression