I raked a hand through my hair in frustration. Argh! I wonder how much Mr. Doyle is going to penalize me since I’m late to work today!

I then flipped through my contacts for Harry’s number to give him a call and explain things. But before I had even pressed the dial button, a call came in.

At the sight of Michael’s name flashing across the screen, my heart pounded wildly.

Shit! Could he be calling at this time to question why I’m not in the office yet? Oh God, what should I do? How should I explain it to him? I can’t say that I overslept, can I? After all, such an excuse isn’t valid to him!

Throughout my internal monologue, my phone continued ringing. Inhaling deeply, I finally answered the call uneasily.

“Hello, Mr. Shaw…” I murmured after the call was connected.

Sheer anxiety ricocheted within me, for I was terrified that Michael’s apoplectic voice would suddenly blast out from the other end of the phone.

“You’re awake?”

To my surprise, Michael didn’t rage at me. Instead, his voice was placid with a trace of warmth.

My heart skipped a beat at once, and a strange feeling pervaded me. I shook my head forcefully, telling myself that I had to be hearing things since he would never speak to me so tenderly.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Shaw. I overslept this morning.”

Well, regardless of whether he’s calling to reprimand me, I can’t go wrong with an apology right off the bat. Even if he’s irate, he won’t be too angry when I apologize so sincerely.

“I was the one who turned off your alarm. I’m giving you the day off, so just stay home and rest up. Perhaps I went about things wrongly yesterday.”

Michael’s deep and alluring voice was still as detached as ever as it drifted over, yet my heart fluttered.

my alarm? How could he simply fiddle with my cell phone? Doesn’t he know

the meaning of his final utterance, my heart hammered wildly. He actually admitted that he was wrong before me? Has hell frozen over

“Mr. Shaw, I…”

while before I snapped out of my stupor. I opened my mouth to say

I curled my lips in chagrin. Good grief! That was the first time he admitted to having made a mistake, yet he

the phone, my emotions remained turbulent for a very long time. Why would an arrogant man like him simply apologize? Has he gotten his

to Michael. His mind was wired differently from others, after all, so

day without going anywhere. When hunger pangs hit, I made a cup of

washing up or changing my clothes, I was so sloppy that I was no different

at my state that his eyes almost popped out of his head. Never once

did you just fall into a trash

in his hand, Michael eyed me with utter contempt as

you to be so harsh, Michael? I merely didn’t wash

bit disheveled, I don’t look as bad as

when you’re showing me such an unsightly side of you?” Michael commented after

“That’s your problem.”

me since I wasn’t in the mood to entertain him recently. I was already annoyed by

In the next second, his commanding voice rang

half an hour to take a

at once, my brows scrunched together. While I was disgruntled at his order, I still ambled to the bathroom

table. He was a

of clean pajamas, Michael

to relax at home today, and

finger at the empty cup of instant noodles on the dining table,

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