All Chapters of My Boss, My Husband: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

"I... I don't hate you. Come to my car, I'll get you out of here. Just let one of your employees take care of your car," Lawrence said, reaching for my arm again, but I pulled away."I don't need you, Lawrence! I'm done begging you for an explanation! Now it's me who wants you gone! Far, far away from me!" I shouted.My scream didn't make him back off; instead, he started laughing. His laughter threw me off, but what confused me even more was the look in his eyes. It was a look of pure hatred—there was no denying it."If you're tired of begging, doesn't it cross your mind that I'm even more exhausted than you are? I've spent my entire life like this, Sara. I'm the one who's sick of you."Perfect. It was as if he had thrust a spear straight into my chest, piercing through to the other side. I wasn't going to stay silent. If he wanted to destroy everything, all those years of good friendship for the sake of the present, then so be it."Lionel was right. You're just like your parents

"Is he family? Are you asking me to consider him for the position?"Elliot sat across from me, looking more nervous than I'd ever seen him. He was actually sweating, which I found quite amusing. I gave him a sly smile."I didn't think you were capable of pulling strings like this.""Please, just consider him. He's a good kid, and it's been hard for him to find a job. Just interview him," he pleaded."What's the family connection? I don't bend the rules for distant relatives," I said, resting my chin on the back of my hand."He's my cousin. Aunt Melanie's son.""Aunt Melanie? The same Aunt Melanie who always remembers my birthday and sends me a hand-knitted sweater?" I asked, both surprised and delighted."Yes, that's her. It's her youngest son," he added, sounding hopeful.Oh, great. I wanted to toy with Elliot a bit more, but mentioning his aunt had ruined my resolve. I'd met his aunt before—she used to be a teacher at one of the schools our charity was involved with. A sweet,

I didn't have a fever, no chills, no dizziness, but I must have been sick. I had to be really sick to have turned down several party invitations for both Friday and Saturday nights. The only thing I could muster the energy for was a brunch with Marie and Amber, something I couldn't really say no to.I adjusted my sunglasses, letting out a sigh as I stared out the car window from the passenger seat. Jason was driving, and I had to admit, hiring him had turned out to be a good idea. Over the past few days, he had acted as my chauffeur and accompanied me on a few tricky assignments. Not bad, I suppose. He was quiet and easy to forget was even there, thanks to his calm demeanor."Are you feeling alright, Miss Sara? You mentioned you'd stay home to rest on Sunday. Aren't you pushing yourself too hard?" he asked."I'm not pushing myself. I just need to relax with my friends. Besides, you've only seen my dull side. I'm not usually like this, you know? Once I'm back to normal, your job won'

Emma hesitated too much, not giving me the answer I wanted to hear. I didn't understand why it was so hard for her. To make matters worse, her phone started ringing. She answered it, giving short, clipped responses, and began to step away from me. Her whole body pulled back. She ended the call and stood up."Let's not keep them waiting any longer, okay?"Emma might have tried to leave, but now, it was my turn to grab her hand, stopping her from going."I'm not your enemy. You can trust me," I told her."Th-thank you... Shall we go back in?"I sighed in frustration. It was a small step forward, but something was definitely off between those two. If I had suspected that Emma was in love with Lorenzo, those suspicions were fading. We returned to the table where the girls were waiting."I'm glad you two are back because your return confirms my theory," Marie said playfully. "You've got a new admirer who hasn't stopped staring at you. Over there."Marie tilted her chin toward... surp

“How do you know Emma?” I asked.I’d noticed that Jason usually answered my questions without beating around the bush. He wasn’t one for exaggerations—at least, not in his professional demeanor. But this time, he hesitated, and I saw his hands grip the steering wheel uneasily.“From one of my previous jobs.”“One of the jobs listed on your résumé?” I pressed.His jaw tightened.“Before those.”“Could you be more specific? I don’t want to keep torturing you with such simple questions…”The irony wasn’t lost on Jason. He made an effort to reply.“She… is connected to my former employers. That’s where we met.”So, they’d met at the job that had led to years of sabotage for him. Interesting.“What did she say to you at the restaurant? She seemed upset,” I asked again.“She wanted to know how long I’ve been working for you and how I got the job.”“Did you tell her the truth?” I questioned, leaning back against the window.“I asked her to leave me alone. I don’t want to interact