I Confessed to Him, Now He's My Boss

Was he just making a drunken scene? The stench of alcohol wafted from his mouth, and I leaned back in disgust, my brows knitting tightly. People who got drunk weren’t worth arguing with, and I was more concerned about my own safety. Just as I was about to turn and walk away, a tall figure suddenly approached. “Mr. Murray, it seems you’ve had quite a bit to drink. It’s best not to drive,” Edward said with a polite smile. He still wore that gentle, considerate demeanor, but his tone carried an undeniable firmness. “Let me arrange for two designated drivers. Miss White, I’ll take you home since it’s on my way.” He turned to me, his expression and actions remaining polite and courteous. “Miss White, would that be all right with you?” The moment he got close, I instinctively tensed up. His scent—distinctly masculine—was more assertive than I remembered from high school. Being caught in this situation by him left me feeling awkward, and the close proximity made me uneasy. But I

The tabby’s labor was difficult. Her water broke around one in the afternoon, but there were no contractions. The vet administered an oxytocin shot at two, and it wasn’t until nine at night that she finally gave birth. Three kittens in total: one white, one black, and one tabby just like their mother. The newborn kittens looked incredibly fragile. Worried about transferring human scent, we didn’t dare touch them and could only watch cautiously from the side. Fortunately, both the mother and her babies were safe, and we let out a collective sigh of relief. “It’s so late. Won’t your boyfriend be worried if you don’t go home?” Edward asked, his timing as impeccable as ever. Still recovering from the tense ordeal, I was finally beginning to relax. However, his comment made me shoot him a sharp glare, and I snapped back, “Are you out of your mind?” After spending this much time together, it was obvious I didn’t have a boyfriend. He was clearly being annoying on purpose. To my

I froze mid-motion while feeding Coal. “What?” Emma clung to my arm, pouting as she pleaded, “Come on, Yuna, don’t be so stubborn! Anyone with eyes can see you both like each other! Just check on him, will you?” My face flushed red. “Don’t talk nonsense!” If I set aside the unpleasant parts of our past, Edward was, without a doubt, an amazing person. And I… I liked him. Yes, I liked him. Maybe he liked me too. But I couldn’t get past that hurdle in my heart. I could still remember that younger version of myself, crying into her pillow until her eyes were swollen, overwhelmed with sadness. If he’d liked me all along, even back then, then what had all those tears and the bitterness I’d carried for years even been for? Emma wasn’t in the mood to argue. She was growing visibly anxious. “Fine, let’s take this one step at a time. Even if you don’t like him, at the very least, you’re his friend, right? Edward’s not in a good condition right now!” “Wait…” Something felt o