Love from My Dominant Boss

Caught by surprise, Michael froze momentarily before giving me a probing look. “Did my mom drop by?” Indeed, nothing could escape his eyes. I lowered my head, my silence implicitly admitting it.

Michael’s face clouded over. It was obvious to me that he was frustrated. Just when he was about to answer me after a brief pause, his phone suddenly rang. When he took it out from his pocket and saw that it was his mother, his expression darkened even more.

Obviously, Josephine was calling Michael to get him to break up with me. I felt a little nervous as I wondered what his decision would be.

Looking at Michael, I clasped my hands anxiously and waited for him to answer. “Hello, Mom,” Michael answered the call plainly. His tone didn’t betray the solemn expression on his face. “Michael, come home at once.

I want to talk to you about Anna.” When I heard Josephine’s snarky tone over the phone, I figured she must be still exasperated with me. Upon hearing his mother’s orders, Michael snapped, “I’m busy and exhausted today. Whatever it is, we’ll talk another day.”

He sounded emotionless. It seemed to me that both mother and son were not on the same page. “Michael, you are getting more headstrong by the day. Do you really want to piss me off over a girl?” Sitting opposite Michael, I could hear everything loud and clear.

Insecurity began to creep up on me when I heard Josephine’s words. I was really worried that Michael would abandon me and my child because of her.

he was an observant man, my tense body didn’t escape his notice. “You should know that there’s no going back once

despite his furrowed eyebrows and firm stance. After all, he was talking to his own mother. “I’m not feeling well. You

me. Do you even care for me still?” Josephine stopped talking about me and quickly changed the

had changed the subject, I was certain that she would broach the matter with

stood up from his seat. When I

hands would simply disappear. Looking at him, I asked in desperation, “Michael, will

eyes for a long while before answering, “No.” The

no longer felt insecure. Smiling faintly at Michael with tears welling

my return,” Michael replied with a smile before striding out. After he was gone, I was still left worried. Since he was a man of his word, I was

I had no appetite. Nevertheless, I forced myself

the living room. When it was already eleven, there was still no sign of Michael. I wondered what he had discussed with his mother. If it were any other day, I would have gone to

call but I was worried that his mother would hear it. Time slowly ticked by. It was already midnight when I finally heard the door open. Springing