Love from My Dominant Boss novel Chapter 492

Chapter 492 Plans For The Night

Just as I hung up the phone, Mom’s voice traveled into the ward before I could exit. “Now that you’ve married into a wealthy family and are living a luxurious life, won’t you take pity on your brother? You have people waiting to butter you up every day, but Steven is struggling. His life is miserable.”

Mom must have overheard the phone conversation just now, which explained her bitter tone. My footsteps came to a halt as I turned to look at her. Though I was seething with rage, I kept my expression blank and replied impassively, “Mom, if that’s what you think, then I have nothing to say to you. I have other business to handle. I’ll leave first.”

No matter what I said, Mom would have a way to redirect the conversation to the fact that I refused to spoon-feed Steven. I was tired of quarreling with her. It was pointless to waste my breath arguing something I could not win.

I strode out of the ward before Mom could reply.

I was still fuming by the time I left the hospital. It bothered me that Alicia, who I barely knew, would shower me with affection when my biological mother never even spoke to me with such warmth. In times like this, I had trouble wrapping my head around the dynamics of my relationship with Mom.

At noon, I called Michael to tell him that Alicia had invited me to her house for dinner tonight. He was unfazed by the news as if he had known early on.

Fortunately, he agreed to accompany me to the dinner.

With much time to kill, I decided to visit his company and wait for him to leave work.

All of the company staff appeared to be aware of our relationship status, so they greeted me with enthusiasm—save for a few female employees.

They shied away from me, probably out of fear that I would seek revenge for all the distress they brought upon me in the past.

However, I prided myself on being magnanimous, and I didn’t want to stoop to their level. Since they worked for Michael, it was only a matter of time before they got a taste of their own medicine.

Michael was focused on his work when I arrived at his office. I knew that he had a heavy workload, so I decided against disrupting his flow. Instead, I took a seat on a couch nearby, pulled out my phone, and scrolled mindlessly through the applications.

I understood that it was a nuisance to be distracted when one was in the zone, and I could tell from the tottering tower of files on his desk that he was drowning in work.

“It’s so kind of you to let me concentrate on my work,” Michael teased, breaking the silence. His eyes glimmered with amusement as he raised a brow.

“Well, would you rather I pester you all the time and stop you from working? I’ll have you know that I’ve always been understanding,” I retorted, pursing my lips to feign annoyance.

“Come here,” he ordered. A cheeky smile played on his alluring lips, indicating that he was in a pleasant mood.

“What for?”

My brows furrowed with displeasure, but I still complied and approached him.

Once I got near, Michael wrapped his fingers around my wrist and yanked me toward him. I lost my balance and fell into his lap.

My face burned with embarrassment. I moved to get up, but his arms snaked around my waist, trapping me in his embrace.

“Don’t move!” His irritated voice rang behind me. I could hear the dominance in his voice that demanded my obedience.

“Michael, what are you doing? You’re still at work! What if someone barges in here and sees us like this?” I exclaimed frantically.

I could not bear to imagine the mortification of being caught in this suggestive position.