บททั้งหมดของ MY BOSS’s DAUGHTER : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Aaron watched Maite as she carefully selected a dish from the menu, her slender fingers tracing the elegant script with a practiced grace. He felt a twinge of familiarity, a ghost of the old affection he used to feel for her, but it was fleeting, a distant memory like a faded photograph.“I’ll have the salmon,” she announced, her voice a melodic chime that still held the power to stir something within him. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret, a fleeting sense of longing for the days when he found her captivating, her voice a siren song that drew him in. But those days were gone. “I’ll just have a glass of water and a dessert,” he said, his voice flat, devoid of any emotion. Maite raised an eyebrow, her expression a mixture of surprise and annoyance. “Just water? Are you sure?” she asked, her voice laced with a hint of disappointment. “You haven’t eaten all day.”“I’m not very hungry,” he said, his gaze fixed on the table, avoiding her questioning gaze. He didn’t want to exp

As Maite confronted Aaron and Hilary in a whirlwind of emotions, she couldn't contain the tumultuous thoughts racing through her mind. Accusing Aaron of breaking up with her because of his boss's daughter, Maite's voice quivered with a mix of hurt and anger. "Is it because of your boss's daughter that you're ending things with me?" she demanded, her eyes searching for any sign of guilt in Aaron's expression.Aaron, taken aback by the sudden accusation, quickly tried to explain, "No, Maite, it's not what you think. Hilary came for dinner with her friend, and she was just greeting me." His voice was tinged with a hint of desperation, hoping Maite would believe his words and understand the situation.Meanwhile, Hilary stepped forward, a mischievous glint in her eye as she addressed Maite with a sly smile. "If that were the case, what would you do?" she taunted, her tone mocking and full of confidence. Before Maite could respond, to her astonishment, Hilary boldly leaned in and kissed Aar

Maite’s fingers flew across her keyboard, each click of the mouse a tiny hammer blow against the wall of secrecy surrounding the Clintons. She devoured every article, every blog post, every snippet of information she could find online about Hilaire Clinton. Her search history became a testament to her growing obsession: "Hilaire Clinton contact information," "Hilaire Clinton public appearances," even "Hilaire Clinton favorite charities" – she was desperate for any avenue that would lead her to him.As she delved deeper into the life of the man her ex-lover worked for, a wicked thought crossed her mind. She could hurt both Aaron and Hilary with one stone. She could contact Hilary and expose Aaron, revealing that he wasn't just a driver but an undercover agent investigating her own father. The thought of Hilary's world crumbling, the trust she so readily offered shattering into a million pieces, brought a perverse satisfaction to Maite’s wounded heart.But the satisfaction was short-liv

Hilary stepped into the grand foyer of her home, the familiar scent of polished wood and fresh flowers a stark contrast to the turmoil swirling within her. Her father, a successful businessman with a stern demeanor and an unwavering belief in the power of discipline, was seated in the grand living room, engrossed in a newspaper, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Dad," Hilary said, her voice barely a whisper. "I need to talk to you."Her father looked up from his newspaper, his gaze sharp and inquisitive. "What is it, Hilary?""I... I need to go to Ganaesly's house to study," Hilary said, her words tumbling out in a rush. "She's really good at math, and I need all the help I can get."Her father, ever the pragmatist, shook his head. "No, Hilary. You've been spending too much time with that girl lately. You need to focus on your own studies, not rely on others."Hilary's heart sank. She had hoped he would understand, that he would see the urgency of her situation. But his

Hilary adjusted the strap of her backpack, her gaze drifting towards the sprawling campus ahead. She was used to the familiar sight of the school gates, yet today, everything felt different. The vibrant colors seemed muted, the laughter of her classmates a distant echo. She was here, physically present, but her mind was adrift, a thousand miles away, caught in a labyrinth of emotions that she couldn't untangle.She'd been staying at Nana's house for the past two weeks, a decision made for the sake of her academic performance. Nana, with her unwavering support and gentle guidance, had become a beacon of stability in Hilary's life, a constant in a world that felt increasingly chaotic. The extra hours spent studying, the quiet nights spent poring over textbooks, had yielded a tangible improvement in her grades, a small victory in a world where everything felt out of control.She was grateful for Nana's kindness, for the warm embrace of her friend's home, the comforting scent of Nana's