Love from My Dominant Boss

Michael’s hand froze at my words. He looked at me, an indecipherable expression in his gaze. Sometime later, he wordlessly turned his attention back to his food. I was not angry that he had not said anything in response. He was introverted, and I saw no need in forcing him to profess his love for me in all sorts of grand manners.

I know that he loves me, and that’s enough for me. After dinner, I lay on the bed, tossing and turning as I struggled to fall asleep. Our wedding was but a week away, yet Josephine still hoped that Michael was marrying Emma.

I was worried that she would refuse to give her blessings during our wedding. Deep in my heart, I knew that marrying Michael would make me the happiest person alive. Still, that did not mean that I could not care less about his family’s blessing. I flopped over and slung an arm around Michael’s waist, sighing as I did so. “

What’s wrong?” I would never grow tired of Michael’s alluring tone. “Michael, do you sometimes regret choosing me?” I lifted my head and asked timidly, gazing at his moonlit profile. “It’s late. You should get some sleep instead of worrying yourself over such nonsense.”

evidently displeased. “Well, I feel guilty. Your relationship with your mom wouldn’t be strained today without me in the picture. I can’t help but worry if this is going to make you regret our relationship years

with his mother, but I could sense that my presence had driven a wedge between them. They were family at the

you’re the only person I could ever love. Aren’t my actions obvious enough? Or do you need me to repeat

his mind turning to sex? Sometimes, I swear I have no idea how his mind works. Despite my dissatisfaction with his threat, I bit my tongue and kept quiet; I was

protest was all the motivation he needed to fulfill his threat. We may have been living together now, but beyond that first night, Michael had refrained from being intimate with me for our baby’s

in his gaze, the guilt in my heart grew a little more. I knew he was struggling to keep his urge in check for the baby in my womb. His efforts alone spoke volumes about how much he loved and cherished me. I closed my eyes and pretended to fall asleep, though I could feel his gaze