Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married to My Cold Hearted Boss: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 16

By the time we stepped into the hospital, I was already rehearsing in my head what to say.Smile. Be polite. Don’t say anything that makes me sound like a gold digger. And whatever you do, Ayla, don’t trip over the IV stand like last time you visited someone here. My first and main goal is to act well and make his grandfather believe we are a couple.Damon walked ahead, as usual—tall, silent, and radiating that don’t-talk-to-me energy.I slowed down near the nurses’ station, clutching the small paper bag I’d brought along. Inside was my secret weapon — the very thing that would either make his grandfather love me… or think I was an idiot.We reached the room. Damon knocked once, then pushed the door open.Old Mr. Cross — Damon’s grandfather — was propped up on the hospital bed, wearing one of those thin patient gowns, but somehow managing to look like the kind of man who used to give orders no one dared refuse. His sharp eyes darted from Damon… to me.“Oh,” he said, his lips curving.

The morning sun streamed through my room window, and I couldn’t help the flutter of excitement in my chest. Today wasn’t just any day—it was the day I officially returned to work. After a month of being sacked by my cold-hearted boss—no, maybe I should call him my husband-to-be—today he had promised me in our agreement to let me return to the company. I was finally stepping back into the world I had almost lost.I slipped into my crisp white blouse and navy skirt. A quick brush of my hair, a glance in the mirror, and I was ready.I grabbed my bag and walked to the bus stop, heart fluttering with excitement. The city woke around me, but all I could think about was stepping back into Cross Lux and finally returning to work.When I arrived at Cross Lux, the whispers started almost immediately. Colleagues who had barely looked my way before were suddenly curious.“Are you back to work, like, you’re rehired or what?” one of them asked, eyebrows raised in genuine interest.I smiled, keeping

I woke slowly, my head pounding and body stiff. My eyes fluttered open, and for a few panicked seconds, I had no idea where I was. My surroundings looked… unfamiliar. Expensive. Too quiet.For some minutes, I kept looking around, trying to figure out where I was. Then it hit me. I was in Damon’s house. My mind raced backward, replaying last night—the bar, the drinks, the supposed taxi I boarded, the ranting, the confusion—and immediately my stomach churned. “Oh no, this can’t be,” I screamed.I sat up on the bed, clutching my pillow. I said to myself, “This is too much. The embarrassment is nearly suffocating. Maybe the ground should just open up and swallow me right now because there is no way I’m going to meet this man again.” I quietly packed my handbag and tried to tiptoe out, imagining myself like a secret agent sneaking out of enemy territory.Holding my heels in one hand, I peeked around the corner. The sitting room looked empty. No housekeeper in sight. The coast seemed clear.