Love from My Dominant Boss

Chapter 294 A Sense Of Disquiet

I really couldn’t understand why Michael would do such a thing.

Time ticked by, and the two of them finally exited the restaurant about a little over an hour later.

Emma looked blissful as she took Michael’s arm while he remained expressionless. I couldn’t read his mind.

The duo climbed into the car and drove off. However, they weren’t heading toward Birchwood.

Watching as his car drove further away, I sprinted after him for a short distance. Alas, a human was no match for a car.

The corners of my mouth curved into a bitter smile.

Was my happiness a mere illusion? Does he really love me?

I started making my way home forlornly. Vivid images of them together kept replaying in my mind. A burning desire to know exactly why they were meeting each other seized me.

After what seemed like hours, I halted in my tracks and rummaged out my phone to call Michael.

It rang for an eternity before his alluring and low voice drifted out from the other end of the phone. “What’s the matter? Are you not in bed yet?”

His voice was still as gentle as ever, and I couldn’t hear anything different at all. The calmer he sounded, the deeper I fell into the icy abyss.

“Where are you right now?”

Suppressing the tremor in my voice, I did my utmost best to sound calm and collected.

just finished dinner with a client. I’ll be home in no time. Rest

and I could even imagine a faint smile on his

very handsome when he smiles. It’s mesmerizing. If I hadn’t seen him with Emma tonight, I would be moved by his tenderness. Now, however, I merely

be

couldn’t quite hold my emotions back, so I hurriedly hung up

to confront Michael. I wanted to hear his explanation, yet I was afraid of the

hoping that he’d take the initiative to come clean with me. From the look

home over an hour later, Michael still wasn’t back. Despite having no inkling of where he went with Emma or

was an exceedingly beautiful woman, and she outshone

himself because I was pregnant. I was truly

finally came home, looking a tad tired. I could smell

him a placid glance because

tell you not to

that I was still awake, he

past, I would never reject him. However, my mind was running amok with tons of questions—what

the side, I dodged his kiss. At that very

and his gaze was tinged

back to

explain myself when confronted by his chagrined gaze, but I didn’t want to say a single word to him right

toward the bedroom without even sparing

eyes remained fixated on my back as I entered the bedroom, seemingly

the ceiling blankly. My mind was filled with images of Michael with Emma together. I wondered if he had regretted choosing me over Emma or whether they rendezvous at

covers tightly with both hands, I couldn’t help hammering my head a few

Michael came in. When I heard his footsteps, I immediately closed my eyes and feigned sleep. I really didn’t know how to face him