Love from My Dominant Boss

Chapter 508 Putting On An Act

“I am still your mother,” she murmured as she wiped her bloodshot eyes, putting on a brave smile. “We will never be just strangers. It’s okay if you need some time to think about it. I will be patiently waiting for the day you decide to forgive me.”

“I have work to do,” I said curtly. “Please leave now.”

Unable to bear giving in to the impulse of hurting her again, I dismissed her before turning away.

I hated how I always felt conflicted every time I saw Alicia. I would much rather not see her at all than have to deal with those feelings.

When I arrived at my office on the eighth floor, I could still see her from my window.

I watched her until she got into her car and drove off after standing still for a very long time. I felt that my words had finally done the trick.

The fact that I could feel the sincerity and love with which she sought my forgiveness made the guilt in my stomach bubble all the more ferociously. Perhaps she truly felt remorse for abandoning me. The moment at which I would find myself ready to forgive her remained a mystery even to myself.

When I sat before my cluttered desk in a valiant attempt to shift my focus onto work, I realized that I had, for personal reasons, fallen very far behind. Though the boss did not say anything, I was aware that I had overstepped the line as a manager by setting a poor example.

Just when I was beginning to gather my focus for work, my door was suddenly thrown open with a bang. Janette stormed in, followed by my secretary who was looking thoroughly nervous.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Garcia. I tried my best to stop her but she insisted on having a word with you.”

The girl glanced at me sheepishly as she announced the intruder’s arrival, fearing that I might lose my temper with her for her failure at doing her job.

Janette, my attention shifted to the timid figure behind her. “I’ll take it from

relief before scurrying out and shutting the door behind

the same stiff tone with which I addressed her mother earlier that day. “This isn’t the first

recollecting the aftermath of our previous encounter,

to be here?” Janette responded arrogantly. “I think

sight of me sickens you so much, why have you come to my office?” I answered,

take her too seriously

don’t understand what

blazed with jealousy as she revealed

words, almost forgetting that she was my

at the realization that the girl before me was a product of

Janette was the one born with the privilege of growing up under her

that I won’t reconcile with your mother. You may put your mind at ease. It’s

was sure that she would be pleased to know that I was resolute against the idea of reconciling with our mother

“Why do you feel the need to be cold and cruel to our mother? Do you know how much sleep she’d lost over the years for you? All she

up from her accusatory tone. “You

placing blame on anybody else but

The way she thought that I would be ready

Don’t you dare hurt my mother again!