After Marrying My Boss - Season 2 Episode 62

As time passed, I felt like I was floating in thin air as my body felt frozen. I knew I was unable to endure it any longer.

Yet, amid such desperation, what appeared in my mind was the image of Michael’s figure. I was puzzled. Every time I encountered trouble in the past, he was the one who helped me. How I wished he would appear right before me and saved me like how he always did.

Nevertheless, Michael would never know that I was trapped inside the washroom, which meant he would not come and save me. At this rate, with the air conditioner’s temperature so low, I really could be dead in here.

The frigidness pierced my skin like a thousand needles, and I felt my eyelids getting heavier as I started feeling more groggy. I knew I could no longer pull myself together.

Spending the night in such torture only made it felt like forever. I had no clue how I persisted through the night till the next morning, and neither did I know how I got out of the washroom.

By the time I opened my eyelids again, I was already at the hospital, with Michael was standing beside me. He looked down at me with a face filled with worry as he knitted his brows.

“Where is this place? I was locked up in the washroom.”

My throat was parched and my body felt weak and tired.

“So you actually know you were locked inside the washroom? I wonder if there is any woman who is dumber than you?”

After hearing my words, the worry in Michael’s eyes faded immediately. His face turned darker while his tone was full of reproach.

“Someone locked me in there on purpose.”

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I stared at him, displeased.

I’m so weak right now, so can’t this guy say something nice and comforting? How dare he calls me dumb? Does he not know he’s the reason why someone in the company is targeting me behind my back?

After hearing my words, Michael was stunned and a hint of fury flashed across his eyes. “You’re saying someone intentionally locked you up inside? Who was it?”

His reaction left me speechless. It seemed like he was clueless that that was a deliberate act.

“I have no idea. But I’m sure someone must be behind this.”

I was pretty sure someone was targeting me deliberately, though I was unsure who it was.

“I’ll get to the bottom of this.”

As Michael said that, a hint of ruthlessness flashed across his eyes. The look on his face at that moment got me freaked out a little. As time passed, I felt like I was floating in thin air as my body felt frozen. I knew I was unable to endure

it any longer.

My head was still spinning, and my body was aching all over. I had no strength at all. I thought I would have died inside the washroom when I was on the verge of fainting last night.

“Oh yes, how did you save me? Who found me?”

The first person I saw when I regained consciousness was Michael. Till now, I still had no idea who had opened the door and saved me.

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“The cleaners in the company. They found you when they were cleaning the washroom. I just arrived at the office then,” Michael explained after taking a glance at me.

No wonder Michael sent me to the hospital. So it turned out it was the cleaning ladies who saved me. Since the cleaners would finish cleaning before working hours, there were probably not many people in the company when Michael sent me to the hospital. Or else he would never do that as he tried to keep our relationship below the radar.

“I’ll need to thank the cleaning lady then. If not for her, I would have been doomed.”

I tried to suppress the feelings I had in my heart and forced a smile on my face as I told him that. I then kept my silence right after finishing my sentence.

“Have a good rest here, then. Someone will come and look after you later,” Michael uttered as he took a peek at me.

After saying his piece, he turned around and strode out of the room.

Without Michael inside the ward, I was somehow slightly disappointed. At the same time, I was rather curious about what he had just mentioned. He said somebody is coming later? Who will that be? Has he hired a caretaker for me?

Just as my mind was wandering, someone opened the door. I looked up in that direction, and when I saw the person, my heart started pounding rapidly. It was my mom.

“Mom, why are you here? How did you know I am here?”

I was surprised at her presence and tried to bring myself up immediately. Nevertheless, I was weak and could barely pull myself up.

“Stay still. You don’t have to get up. Mr. Shaw told me you’re sick, and he asked me to come over to take care of you.”

My mom kept her poker face as she walked toward me. She did not seem to be concern about me.

So the person Michael said would come and take care of me is Mom?

Somehow, I was slightly agitated inside because Mom had never taken care of me. I suddenly thought it was not a bad thing to be locked up last night.

And Michael too, I was extremely grateful to him. I understood that he did it for my good. He wanted to let me feel my mom’s love and care. It turned out that he knew my mind and what I wanted was my mom’s heartfelt concern.

“Thank you, Mom.” I lifted my head and expressed my gratitude while looking into my mom’s eyes.

“I’ve made you some chicken soup. Drink some while it’s still warm.”

My mom then placed the thermal food jar in her hands onto the table in front of my bed and proceeded to pour a bowl of chicken soup before passing it to me.

When I smelled the chicken soup, tears rolled down my cheeks uncontrollably. That was a bowl of chicken soup my mom had specially made for me.

“Have it while it’s warm. It’ll turn cold very quickly.”

Even as she said so, her face was still as calm as before. But there was a drastic difference as compared to the attitude she had toward me in the past. Although she did not treat me like how she would with Steven, I was still contented.

After finishing the bowl of soup, I looked to Mom with a face full of joy. For this once, I thought it was totally worth falling sick.

“All right, since you’ve finished the soup, I’ll head back to take care of Steven. I’ll come back at night.”

My mom got ready to leave after packing the thermal food jar.

“Mom, are you leaving so soon? Can you stay and accompany me for a while more?”

She had only been here for over ten minutes; obviously, I was crestfallen to learn that she wanted to leave so quickly since I had hoped she would accompany me for longer.

“If I stay here, then what about Steven? You aren’t extremely ill; you don’t need someone to be around you to take care of you,” she uttered in an indifferent tone.

Hearing my persuasion for her to stay, my mom became slightly impatient. She lifted the thermal food jar and headed toward the door right after.

Initially, it warmed my heart to see Mom coming over to look after me. Yet, the words she just said had pushed me deep into the abyss again.

Apparently, my mother thought that I was not someone who needed to be taken care of since I was not in a life-threatening condition.