All Chapters of My Boss, My Husband: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

The boy looked pitiful and absolutely mortified, and the growing number of eyes on us only made it worse. Lawrence took advantage of the commotion and slipped away in the direction of Sara."Who's in charge here? Who's your superior? Tell me this instant," Mark barked at the server.Had he completely lost it? What was wrong with him? I clutched my arm tightly, a mix of embarrassment and dread flooding through me."My apologies, sir. It was an accident," the server stammered, trembling under Mark's piercing glare."An accident?" Mark sneered, leaning closer. "You call this an accident? Don't make me laugh."His voice dripped with venom, and I felt my stomach churn.My mother sidled up to me, leaning in to speak quietly. "Why don't you go check on Lawrence? It's not good to leave your fiancé unattended... especially with her, you know," she whispered, pointedly glancing in the direction Lawrence had gone."He's an adult, Mom. He can make his own decisions," I replied flatly, too t

Emma looked like every last drop of color had drained from her face. Her mother wasn't faring any better. I had to step in."Emma and her mother will be coming with me to my apartment," I stated calmly.Mark turned to me, his expression a mixture of disbelief and malice."And why would my wife and daughter go with you?" he asked, a wicked smile creeping onto his face."We have a dance rehearsal tomorrow. It's for the wedding," I improvised, keeping my tone steady. "The instructor will be coming to my apartment."Mark appeared to consider my words but didn't seem entirely convinced."Fine, take her. But my wife—"Emma grabbed her mother's arm and stepped back before Mark could finish. She interrupted quickly, her voice trembling but determined."Mom's a terrible dancer too. She'll need the lessons as much as I do."Mark's jaw tightened, but there wasn't much he could argue. With a frustrated wave of his hand, he stalked off to his car, leaving us behind. Emma and her mother cli

I wasn't entirely sure what I was walking into, but with Lawrence by my side—calm and steady as always—I allowed myself to trust his judgment. His hand rested lightly on my back, and the reassurance in his touch combined with his unwavering gaze was enough to settle my nerves. There was no turning back now. This reading wasn't just about the distribution of wealth—it was about solidifying Lawrence's position as the rightful heir. Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward and pushed the door open.Inside, the tension was palpable. The room was filled with lawyers—two assigned to each family member—along with Lawrence's brothers, Richard and Julian, the ever-looming Victoria, and a handful of Lawrence's distant relatives. A close friend of his late father was also present.The moment Victoria's gaze landed on me, it was as if someone had slapped her. Her expression twisted into a mask of fury, and I could see the veins in her neck bulging. Everyone else seemed confused, unsure why I was

I never thought my father's stories about the consequences of open marriages would hit so close to home—or be this mortifying and public. Yet, here I was, witnessing a revelation that silenced Victoria with more force than any argument ever could. The level of awkwardness was beyond legendary.While I was stunned into silence, glancing around the room confirmed I wasn't the only one wrestling with discomfort. The lawyers shifted uneasily, the secretary avoided eye contact, and Victoria looked on the verge of an aneurysm. But what struck me most was the complete lack of surprise on the faces of Richard, Julian, and even Lawrence. It was as if they'd known all along."The lack of biological connection never stopped him from presenting us as his sons," Julian said, his voice heavy with restrained anger and humiliation.His words confirmed it—they'd known for years."Maybe so," the notary replied, his tone curt. "But beyond fulfilling basic obligations, Mr. Laurence was clear in his te

My steps were frantic as I headed toward the parking lot. Lawrence was nowhere in sight, and the fear that he might’ve left in this state was gnawing at me. Not finding him in the elevator or the hallway only worsened my nerves. I made a beeline for my car, and my search came to an abrupt halt when I spotted him leaning against it, waiting for me. Relief washed over me.“So, this is where you’ve been,” I said, my voice heavy with thankfulness.“I wasn’t about to go far with you still in there,” he replied with a soft, melancholic smile—one that mirrored my own.“I’m prescribing you something,” I said in a mock professional tone.“And what exactly are you prescribing?” he asked, curious.“This,” I said as I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. With his height, I had to tilt upward on my toes, but he didn’t hesitate for even a second, circling my waist with his arms and holding me like his life depended on it.“I need about a million of these,” he murmured