Love from My Dominant Boss novel Chapter 224

I was thrilled when I heard him regard Emma as someone he disliked. I wasn’t supposed to gloat over others’ misfortune, but I just couldn’t help it.

Whenever Michael was around me, time would pass by in the blink of an eye. It felt as if nothing else mattered as long as Michael was there for me.

In the upcoming few days, Mom stopped bothering me. Emma had stopped showing up to pick on me as well. I thought that would be the end of the incident, but that was very naïve of me.

When I was on my way to the supermarket to buy the ingredients for dinner after getting off work, a luxury car pulled over in front of me and got in my way.

I arched my brows in confusion. The moment I tried to get past the car, the passenger wound down the window. A woman in her late-forties had her eyes glued to me.

She had dolled herself up with all sorts of designer items. It was safe to assume she was a member of the upper echelon.

When she caught me staring at her, she started scrutinizing me in return. A few seconds later, she popped a question, “Anna Garcia?”

Startled by the fact she knew my name, I asked, “Huh? Do you know me?”

Who is she? Are we acquainted by any chance?

I tried my best to recall the time we encountered one another, but my effort was to no avail as I was certain we weren’t acquainted.

Instead of answering my query, she brought up something else and suggested with a deadpan look, “Ms. Garcia, care to join me for a cup of coffee?”

She was able to carry herself in an elegant manner befitting a member of the upper echelon throughout the conversation.

“I’m so sorry for being rude, but do you mind introducing yourself? I don’t think we’re acquainted by any means.”

I was taken aback by her request to join her for a cup of coffee as I couldn’t recall anyone else bringing up a similar request during our first encounter.

“I’ll answer the queries you have soon enough. There’s a café that’s just around the corner. We’ll head over and talk over a cup of coffee.”

She wound up the window the moment she finished her sentence. A short while later, the car was pulled over in front of a nearby café.

As much as I tried to figure out her identity, my effort was to no avail. After all, a country bumkin like me couldn’t possibly be acquainted with someone from the upper echelon.

Nonetheless, I ended up accepting the offer and making my way to the nearby café she had mentioned.

When I showed up, she had long taken a seat and started enjoying her cup of coffee in an elegant manner.

I brought myself to a halt before making my way over. There was something odd about her. Thus, I couldn’t stop myself from being on my guard.

As soon as I took a seat opposite her, she broke the silence and asked, “Ms. Garcia, what would you like? It’s my treat.”

I had a hard time figuring out the emotions associated with the question due to her tone.

Unable to keep my curiosity to myself, I asked with a confused look, “Why don’t you go ahead and answer my question? Who are you?”

“I’m Josephine. Josephine Blackwood. Michael’s mother.”

Josephine looked at me in the eyes and enunciated her reply.