Love from My Dominant Boss

Knowing how much he resented me for breaking his heart, I looked down without saying a word. After all, I was the one who had hurt him. Hence, it didn’t matter what he said as long as it made him feel better. Michael furrowed his eyebrows in response as he was visibly displeased.

“Some people are just not fated to be yours.” He changed the topic suddenly, exhibiting his possessiveness. I knew he was trying to get Ronan to give up on me. In fact, he made no exceptions, even if it was Ronan. “Fate? Is that so?” Ronan smirked before turning his attention to me.

I saw the conflicted look in his eyes and couldn’t guess what he was thinking. Looking away from Michael, Ronan stared intently into my eyes and asked, ”Anna, do you think this is fate?” I knew he was clamoring for a sliver of hope from me.

If I answered yes, I would crush him emotionally. However, if I told him otherwise, it would be a slap on Michael’s face—I was trapped between a rock and a hard place. I hung my head and didn’t plan on answering his question.

It was understandable for him to lash out in response as I had hurt him. The only thing I could do now was to wait for him to let go. Michael’s gaze fell upon me together with Ronan’s, as if he, too, was waiting for my answer.

I had thought that by remaining silent, the matter would just blow over. However, I had underestimated the complexity of the situation as Ronan wasn’t planning on letting me off. Staring at me earnestly, he pressed on with his question.

pained expression. I wanted to say something to comfort him, but I

putting me to the spot, he lost his temper. “Both of

shifted his gaze to Michael’s face and laughed at himself. In truth,

isn’t what you think it is.” Despite Michael’s frosty demeanor, he enjoyed a close relationship with Ronan. When he saw how brokenhearted

at me for a while, Ronan said monotonously, “Forget it. I don’t want to hear your explanation.

left only served to intensify my guilt. I was conscious of how much he hated us now. He was a dear friend, and I felt dreadful at how matters turned out. It wasn’t until he was out of sight that I regained my senses. “Let’s go,” Michael said as he glanced at me and pulled me

of was Ronan’s sorrowful expression. “Ronan, is he…”

eyebrows betrayed his true feelings. “I feel really guilty when I see the condition he’s in.” Recalling the look in Ronan’s eye

this voice. “Of