Chapter 154
Love from My Dominant Boss
Every single word out of my motherâs mouth cut deep. I stared at her in stark despair. I knew that she was still irked at me, but never had I thought that she would think that of me.
Iâm also her daughter at the end of the day, so how could she think that I donât love Steven?
âMom, if thatâs truly what you think of me, then I have nothing else to say. I know you donât want to see me, so Iâm leaving.â
While I was worried about her and wanted her forgiveness, I didnât want to beg for it. Instead, I wanted genuine concern and forgiveness from her.
After saying that, I whirled around and hastened toward the door. In all honesty, she had truly hurt me greatly.
âHow impudentâ¦â
My mother had more to say, but I didnât halt, and simply left in huge strides.
By the time I reached the hospital lobby, the frustration within me had mushroomed.
Argh! What exactly do I have to do before sheâd forgive me? Sheâs well aware that Stevenâs incident had nothing to do with me, so why is she heaping the blame on me? Was it me who made him gamble and owe loan sharks money?
When I reached the hospital entrance, someone kept honking behind me. Frowning in consternation, I moved to the side to make way for the car behind me.
Despite that, the car behind me persisted in honking at me. I glanced back over my shoulder, only to glimpse a familiar Ferrari.
Isnât that Ronanâs car?
While I was still bewildered, Ronan poked his head out of the car window. âWe meet again, Ms. Garcia,â he greeted.
As always, he wore a bright smile on his face, making me feel particularly relaxed.
âWerenât you here to visit someone? Why are you done so quickly?â
I regarded him in surprise since a visit probably took much longer.
âThe same can be said of you, isnât that right, Ms. Garcia?â Ronan countered placidly without answering my question.
An amused smile blossomed on his face.
Looking into his eyes, I was rendered speechless for a moment. Well, Iâm a special case. I had no choice but to leave since my entire family abhorred my presence.
âItâs getting late, so Iâve got to hurry home.â
Not wanting to dwell on those wearisome matters anymore, I made to leave after saying that.
âWhere do you stay? Iâll drive you home.â
Once again, Ronan offered to drive me home.
âItâs okay. Iâll just hail a taxi home since itâs a long way from here.â
Ronan and I were strangers who had only met twice, so we werenât that close that I would accept his offer to drive me home. Besides, my relationship with Michael was of a clandestine nature.
While Michael wasnât a celebrity or anything of the sort, there was much mention of him in magazines. Thus, it would be bad if he were recognized.
âYouâre really firm in your demurral, Ms. Garcia, not giving me the slightest opportunity to give a beautiful lady a lift.â
Feigning an expression of regret, Ronan spread his hands as though he was utterly disappointed.
That antic of his seemed frivolous to me, turning me off. Instinctually, I wanted to keep a distance from him. After all, there was no shortage of men wanting to pick up beautiful girls for hookups nowadays.
Indeed, his striking and charming countenance was even comparable to that of Michaelâs, but I didnât just go to bed with anyone. After all, AIDS was no joke.
âWell then, please excuse me.â
Lacking the patience to continue yakking with him, I pivoted and quickly left after saying that.
Meanwhile, Ronan remained sitting in the car and stared at me without saying anything. Throughout it all, a smirk hovered on his lips.
By the time I returned to Birchwood, Michael had been home ages ago. Right then, he was reading a book in the living room. Ever since I agreed to be his lover, he came here every single night to the point that I wondered whether he was going to take up permanent residence.
Hmm? He has a huge mansion, so why isnât he going there but staying here every day? Arenât men supposed to be visiting their lover occasionally? Iâve never heard of anyone who lives with his lover.
âWhere did you go that you only came back at this hour?â Michael queried mildly.
He closed the book in his hand and shifted his gaze to me.
âI had coffee with Natalie before making a visit to the hospital,â I explained after putting my handbag on the couch.
I automatically omitted any mention of Ronan since Michael was an extremely possessive man. While there was nothing between the handsome young man and me, he might misunderstand if he learned about him.
âDidnât I tell you not to go to the hospital? Why are you so stubborn?â
Hearing that I went to the hospital, Michaelâs brows furrowed deeply, and his gaze radiated displeasure.
âThe person lying in the hospital is my brother, so how am I supposed to abandon him? Iâm not as cold-blooded as you.â
To Michael, it was a piece of cake to suppress the urge to go to the hospital because he was inherently a cold-blooded man. However, I couldnât do that. Every time I thought of my brotherâs broken legs, anxiety gripped me. While I didnât stay at the hospital to look after him, not a minute went past without me worrying.
âCold-blooded? You think Iâm a cold-blooded person?â Michael demanded coldly.
He fixed his long and tapered eyes that had narrowed into slits on me, his gaze glinting dangerously.
âAre you not? Iâm not as rational as you. Iâm a woman driven by emotions, so I canât obey your orders of not going to the hospital!â
Despite knowing that Michael only wanted the best for me, I simply couldnât help the urge to go to the hospital and mend my relationship with my parents. He had never been in my shoes, so he couldnât comprehend the anguish of being misunderstood and resented by oneâs own family.
âSo, do you think your visit accomplished anything?â Michael questioned coldly.
Surprisingly, he didnât go ballistic but merely stared into my eyes.
âItâs better than doing nothing at all. At least, Iâve done my best.â
I naturally knew that my mother currently despised me to the bone. No matter how many visits I make to the hospital, it wouldnât make a difference since she would never forgive me so easily.
Michael continued looking me squarely in the eye. After a long time had passed, he finally murmured, âIâll help you with it.â
At that, I gaped at him incredulously as I wondered whether I had misheard him. Did he actually say that heâll help me? I must be hallucinating!
My eyes on him were wide as saucers, and I had no idea what to say for a moment. Gratitude welled within me, but I couldnât utter any words of thanks before him.
âWhy are you still standing there in a daze? Go on and cook dinner! Or do you want me to starve?â
Michaelâs sharp brows knitted together again when I remained silent for an eternity, his voice tinged with disgruntlement.
Snapping out of my stupor, I hastily rushed to the kitchen. Since he promised to help me, heâll definitely keep his word!