All Chapters of THE BOSS I HATED TO LOVE: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

That afternoon, Celina didn’t see Thor again. Ever since their cold exchange, her chest felt like it had been filled with concrete. The words left unspoken echoed inside her like muffled drums, and every step she took through the agency weighed heavier than the last.The workday was nearly over when she grabbed her phone and quickly typed to Zoe:“Are you going to campus or heading straight home?”The reply came almost instantly:“Home! I’ll wait for you at reception.”Minutes later, they were outside, hurrying across the sidewalk toward the subway. The evening rush was relentless, as always, but Celina—her belly still small enough to be discreet—was given priority to board and managed to sit down. Zoe stood beside her, cracking jokes with a kind old lady who, noticing Celina’s condition, smiled warmly in solidarity.After a transfer and a crowded bus ride, they climbed off, drained. Celina tugged at Zoe’s arm with a shy request:“Would you come with me to the market? I don’t know the

For the next two days, she woke up early, slipped into comfortable clothes, and wandered through the new neighborhood. She explored bakeries, streets, little squares. The morning breeze and the calm rhythm of the area helped clear her mind. Those walks, though simple, felt like part of her healing—one step at a time, trying to push back the insomnia, the anxiety, and the ache of longing.In the afternoons, she devoted herself to unpacking—hanging clothes, ironing the ones that needed it, organizing her books and documents, arranging every detail of her new home.She read as well. Books about motherhood, nutrition during pregnancy, the first months of a baby’s life. She watched videos about childbirth, even though it was still early. She wanted to be prepared—body and soul—for when the time came.The hardest moment of that weekend crept in almost like a trap, right in the middle of folding laundry. Celina was stacking neatly pressed clothes when she opened the last suitcase and found,

YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN MAKE ME SMILE RIGHT NOW Celina couldn’t hold it in. A laugh slipped out—soft, freeing, even if laced with exhaustion. “Only you could make me laugh at a moment like this.” Zoe leaned over Celina’s desk like someone preparing to hear a major secret, winked, and pointed at her. “That’s exactly why I’m here! Because, my love, no one—and I repeat, no one—in this company is talking about anything other than you, Celina! The quiet, delicate, well-mannered lady who today… turned into a full-on jungle panther!” Celina’s eyes flew open as she choked on her own laughter. “What?!” “That’s exactly what you heard!” Zoe confirmed, already gesturing like she was narrating an ancient legend. “This morning we had Celina: calm girl, composed, practically a corporate nun… and now? BAM! The Marruá Panther appears! The wild beast of the legal department! HR’s very own vigilante justice warrior! The fearless hunter of pregnant spoiled brats!” Celina burst out laughing aga

Celina Left Thor’s Office With Her Pulse Racing Celina left Thor’s office with her body tight and her heart pounding. Every step toward her own office echoed louder than the last, as if the floor itself were marking the end of one chapter—and the beginning of another. The sharp click of her heels against the polished floors of T&R Enterprises no longer hid her decision: she wasn’t going to stay silent anymore. She wasn’t bowing her head ever again. The moment she stepped into her office, she shut the door and leaned back against it, as if her body needed to barricade itself against even the slightest thought of turning back. One hand went to her chest, feeling her heartbeat erratic and urgent, as if it wanted to flee. Her breathing came shallow, quick. “Easy, Celina… breathe,” she whispered to herself, eyes closed. Inhale. Exhale. Again. Inhale. Exhale. Little by little, she began to reclaim control over her own body. Still leaning against the door, her hands slid down to her be

Thor remained seated at the table after the brutal outburst with Arthur. The silence between them was thick, cutting. Arthur, elbows resting on the arms of his chair, studied his friend with an expression caught somewhere between disappointment and compassion.“You know what you did was unforgivable, don’t you?” he said, breaking the silence. “I’ve never seen you like this, Thor. You completely lost control.”Thor lowered his gaze, taking a long breath, his eyes still glazed with rage, pain, and frustration. Arthur stood, picked up the jacket draped over the back of the chair, and sighed.“Look, if you ever want Celina back, you’ll have to crawl to her feet and beg for forgiveness. And even then, it’ll be up to her whether she accepts it or not. Because what you did… it’s serious. You’re sick, Thor. And if you don’t deal with it, you’ll destroy everything around you. Including yourself.”Thor didn’t answer. He just stared at nothing. Arthur tapped the table twice with his fingers.“Th