Love from My Dominant Boss

Chapter 409 Meeting My Child

Even though it had been a year, Birchwood had stayed more or less the same when I compared its current state to how it looked in my memory. The only thing different there was me.

When I arrived at the gate, the guard was a little shocked to see me. “It’s you, Ms. Garcia. It’s been a long time since you’re back here.”

I used to talk to the guard a little when I lived there. It was a pleasant surprise that he still remembered me.

“Yeah, I don’t live here anymore, though I do have a matter I need to deal with today. Can you let me in?” I smiled.

As I did live there for a long time, and the guard still recognized me, he let me in without any problem.

My heart was beating loudly while I stood in front of the building I used to live with Michael. It took me a long time before I was able to control my emotions and press the bell.

I was so nervous and excited to meet my child that my hand was trembling with sweat.

The door was soon opened by Michael. We exchanged a plain glance instead of a hostile one like before.

“You came before our agreed time. It seems like you really want to see our child, huh?” There was something slightly off about his demeanor, even though I couldn’t discern anything wrong.

“Where’s my child?” It didn’t really matter to me, though. The only reason I was there was to meet my child, and that was the only thing I was paying attention to.

“Don’t worry. You child is inside.” He furrowed his eyebrows and gave me an unsatisfied look before turning around. I followed him as he entered the living room.

down my cheeks when I saw him. I didn’t expect he had grown so much over

him. He looked clean. His eyes were round

to him, but my heart was filled with joy. It had been the happiest moment of my life

stared

trying very hard to hold back my emotions. There was a strong desire nudging me to hug him, but I was worried he might get scared, so I had to keep holding

afraid of me

was real, it still felt like I was in a dream. It felt so unreal that I was finally hugging

us warmly from a

long time before I slowly wiped my tears away. I turned my head to Michael and

“Amaury,” he replied.

can’t be the reason. He treated me so cruelly back then. How can my child’s name mean that way?

kept repeating that to myself because I didn’t want my child’s name to

My attention shifted back to

a year old, so he couldn’t quite understand what I was telling him. He only stared at me

anything, but if he could at this age, he would probably

a bit older, okay?”

suddenly opened his

it was hard to tell, he was definitely calling

and picked Amaury up. I was quite surprised that my child knew how