All Chapters of My Unlovable Boss: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Willow Goods.Matilda’s POV.My fingertips hover over the door handle, pausing just shy of gripping it. Ever since I started working here, coming in each day has felt like wading through quicksand, the weight of everything pulling me down. I close my eyes, a heavy wave of exhaustion pressing down on me. If I hadn’t promised Chairman Willow that I could handle his son, I would have handed in my resignation yesterday, especially after that humiliating encounter. I’d thought the worst he could do was crush me with impossible tasks, but yesterday he went further, shattering whatever confidence I’d mustered. I’d braced myself, convinced I could take on anything he threw my way. But he proved me wrong, showing me just how outmatched I am by his heartless precision. Yet, even as his harsh words sliced through me, he looked… apologetic. Why? Why would he look that way, as if he regretted every word that still cut so deeply? What makes working for his father so contemptible to him? I let out

Havilah National Hospital.Third Person POV.Matilda sits rigidly in the sterile hospital waiting room, her fingers twisted together in her lap, the white knuckles betraying her inner turmoil. She tries to steady her trembling hands, but they won’t cooperate. Every breath feels too shallow, too tight. The sharp scent of antiseptic fills the air, mingling with the low hum of distant machines, a constant reminder of Mr. Willow’s fragility. Her heart is a pounding drumbeat in her chest, echoing her anxiety, while a nauseating tightness coils in her stomach. She swallows, but the knot in her throat refuses to loosen.What if he’s angry with me? What if he never forgives me? What am I going to tell Chairman Willow? How disappointed will he be in me if I fail to keep my promise?Javier’s voice slices through her spiralling thoughts, warm but tinged with concern. “Are you sure you want to see him?”Her eyes remain fixed on the floor, her voice a fragile whisper. “I have to see him. I need to

Lie Blu Apartment.Matilda’s POV.The closing credits of my drama are barely rolling when my doorbell rings. I glance at the clock—just shy of ten. “Who could that be?” Curiosity piqued, I slide off the couch, smoothing my shirt, and open the door slightly, peering through the gap. A tall, slender man stands there, muttering under his breath as he adjusts his cuffs. I raise an eyebrow, unsure if he’s rehearsing some speech or having a quiet meltdown.He turns abruptly, and I’m met with a scowl so severe it could curdle milk. His sharp black hair sticks up as if it’s taken an immediate dislike to his comb, and his large green eyes don't soften when they lock with mine. He’s tall, at least six-one, but somehow still manages to look down his nose at me, his thin moustache twitching with impatience."Ah... Monsieur Jules!" I force a smile, trying to sound pleasant as recognition dawns. Chairman Willow did mention he’d be coming for the fitting of my gown sometime this week.Behind him, fou

Jadeite’s Hotel.Ae Ra’s POV.We greeted some senior executives and selected investors. Now and then, ladies would sneer at me and whisper to themselves. Some would laugh and others would look away in disgust. The more time I spent by CEO Jung’s side the louder the whispers got, even now women seemed to look at me funny.“You remember what I said in the car right?” He whispered into my ear. “Of course I do.” How could I forget? How could anyone forget? “Well you’re barely smiling, if anything, the grimace on your lips would scare people off.” He said softly.I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, he was staring straight ahead with a smile of his own. It was fake but effortless. He looked at me for a split second. “Ignore the whispers and looks. I’m the problem and I apologize for that.”I paused in my tracks, too surprised to carry on our little walk. Did he just apologize to me? He stood next to me, his hand resting on the little of my back. “There’s no need to be surprised.”

Ji Won’s POV.Just when it looked futile, I spotted familiar long brown curls and a dazzling red dress. I pulled over and got out of the car. She was crunched over with her long brown hair covering either side of her face with her back to me inside a phone booth.I took quick strides to her and gently knocked on the booth door. She looked up at me slowly, her big brown eyes were filled with regret and pain. When she saw it was me she looked away, she must not like me very much. "I'm going to open the door now, Miss Lee," I announced carefully and slowly opened the glass door.I bent to her level. "Hello, Miss Lee." Silence. "Hi, Miss Lee." I tried again with an even more gentle tone."Sir, I'm not in the condition to be of assistance to you," She answered, still not looking at me."That's not why I'm here, Miss Lee." I didn't leave the investor I needed to ally with and come all the way here just to drag or order you around, I came because I was worried. "You left unannounced and i