MARRYING My FATHER-IN-LAW のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

“Mmm, I’m gonna have to break your heart there, lover boy,” I said, giving him a playful smile.“Oh, please don’t do that. What is it?” he asked, his face falling. “Don’t tell me you’re that busy. You just got back to the company today, and you haven’t gotten up to speed. Don’t tell me you’ve already started working.”“Not yet, it’s just that I kind of already had lunch,” I replied.“Oh, you’re coming from lunch?” he asked, his voice teasing.“Yes,” I confirmed.“You’re such a bad girl,” he said with a grin. “Why didn’t you just tell me or ask me to lunch? I would have loved to have lunch with you. I missed you so much and was looking forward to seeing you. And knowing that you were just downstairs was killing me. I was really looking forward to having lunch with you.”“I know,” I said, my voice apologetic. “ And I wanted that too, but I thought you might be busy, and I didn’t want to disturb you.”“But you could have called Jason and asked,” he suggested.“But then Jason is always so

"I love Emerson. He is in love with me. And we’re going to get married," I said, my voice steady and firm. "Since Emerson already has a son, I no longer have to think about starting a family or building one anymore. Because he already has it. So, I’m already a member of his family, which, in turn, makes me your family." I smirked, watching his expression darken. "You didn’t want to have a family with me, but guess what? I’m still your family. So there you have it. You get to have Rita as your wife, and you get to have me as your… mother.""Don’t you ever call yourself my mother," he snapped, his anger finally bubbling over. The confidence he’d worn earlier started to crack. He knew my buttons, but I knew his too and I wasn't scared to use them.Anger began to seep into his words. Ever since we’d started this discussion, he’d seemed to have the upper hand, hurling jab after jab at me. But now that we were back to the root of the issue, he couldn’t take it."You are not my mother, Mina

Thank God Eric finally started taking things seriously. Though I could see he didn’t appreciate my comments and the way I had handled things, he eventually stopped trying to undermine me with clever remarks and got down to business.As he presented the project, he introduced me to the team, outlining who did what and their roles. Each member pitched in, sharing their reports of what had been done. I asked them where they thought things had gone wrong, and whether they had conducted any assessment after the project had failed, and they offered their views on the issues.I instructed them to prepare a detailed report because I would need to go through it myself later, cross-checking their findings to see where improvements could be made. I also reminded them that Emmerson had prepared an alternative presentation, and I asked the members who had worked with Emerson to create a new version tailored to the Flager project.As we delved into the discussion, a knock on the door interrupted u

“Yes,” I said, though the answer felt all wrong. I didn’t know Jason well, apart from his impeccable work ethic and his loyalty to the company. Telling him anything about Eric would risk putting him in an awkward position between Emerson, Eric and me, and that wasn’t fair.“It was fine, Jason, really,” I said, brushing off his concern.He didn’t press me further, and we rode the elevator down in silence. When we reached the lobby, we walked out together, the sound of our footsteps echoing in the vast space. Just as we spotted Emerson’s car, Jason stopped, gently tapping my shoulder.I turned back toward him, confused. “What is it?” I asked himJason’s face had turned serious again. “I know today was tough, and I mean it—I’m serious about my offer. Emerson doesn’t have to know. If you need my help with anything, anything at all, please don’t hesitate to tell me. I’ve worked here much longer than you have, and I know how things work around here. If you ever need someone, just know I’

I took a deep breath before I began. "Look, Emerson, it’s not what you’re thinking…. We weren’t discussing anything….." The words came out shaky, and I knew I sounded unconvincing. I was stuttering all over the place, unable to find the right balance between honesty and avoidance. I couldn’t meet his eyes and I was looking for something to say while running short.He watched me with those sharp, knowing eyes. “You don’t want to tell me, do you?” he asked suddenly, his tone calm but edged with a hint of something like disappointment or Frustration, I couldn't tell.“No!” I answered quickly, a bit too quickly. “It’s not that I don’t want to tell you, Emerson.”He didn’t wait for me to finish. He cut me off, his voice quiet. “We’re going to be late. It would be rude if we, as the hosts, kept Tina and her son waiting.” He opened the door on his side, stepped out, and without another word, began walking toward the house.“Oh my God. He’s mad,” I whispered to myself. The words felt foreig