In love with my boss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Rosa’s POV“Wh—Charly!” I heard Nancy scream. The shop was beginning to swell with people, curiosity pulling them like a tide. More phones were raised and whispers began spreading. From the corner of my eye, I saw Nancy stiffen, then quickly, she shoved her phone into her bag, her bravado dissolving the moment attention shifted away from her control. I didn’t feel bad for her. She had tried to ridicule me, and now, Charles was walking toward me. A frown settled on my face. What was he doing holding a bouquet of flowers and walking towards me? In public? Our separation had been mutual: he didn’t want me and I didn’t care for him anymore. So why was he doing this?He stopped right in front of me and I felt my chest tightening. His eyes locked onto mine, as if he hadn’t soaked the past between us in betrayal. “I’ll let the world know,” he said calmly but loud enough for the room to hear, “that you’re mine, Rosa. Because I’ve realized that you were never meant to be hidden.”My stomac

Nancy’s POV“Where are you going?”I turned sharply to find Charles standing by the door. I didn’t stop packing. Instead, I shoved more clothes into the open box on the bed, my hands shaking too much to fold anything properly, my brain too fazed to arrange. “I quit, Charles,” I screamed. “We’re done.” My chest burned as the words tore out of me. “I should have listened to Taylor when she said you were in love with Rosa.”He didn’t respond. He didn’t need to. The silence was enough. When he finally spoke, I wished he had remained mute. “Does it matter?” he asked, as though my feelings meant nothing to him.I straightened slowly. “Doesn’t it?”I wiped my cheeks with the back of my hand, hating myself for crying in front of him. “You were not supposed to fall in love with her,” I said. “If you want to leave so desperately,” he said coldly, “why do you care so much about packing. Rosa never packed her—”“I’m not fucking Rosa!” I snapped. I was sick of hearing her stupid name. “I don’t

Rosa’s POVTonight, Alex decided to role-play as a masseur. When I told him my body ached and I desperately needed a massage, he wasted no time stepping into character. The moment he peeled his shirt off, I burst out laughing. “How are we supposed to focus on massaging if you’re going to distract me with biceps and…all of that?” I teased. Without answering, he reached for the switch, and turned off the overhead light. “Allow me,” he said calmly.I sat on the bed, thoroughly entertained as he transformed the bedroom into something that resembled a private spa. The harsh white light was replaced with the warm flicker of scented candles, and when he briefly disappeared, he returned with small bottles of oil in his hands. “Get undressed, please,” he said. I wanted to—far more than was necessary. But he pointed at the bathroom. “In there. Come out wearing a bathrobe,” he said. I tilted my head, smiling mischievously. “What if I come out naked?” I asked. His expression was grave. “N

Rosa’s POV I stayed in the corridor long after Alex walked away, my thoughts making a messy tangle until I thought I couldn’t handle it anymore. By the time I moved away, my decision had been made. I was going to tell Alex the truth, and if I lost him for doing so —hell, it was going to hurt. But it was better than keeping it from him. Alex was stretched on his bed when I entered, one arm tucked beneath his head. He wasn’t asleep and I figured he was deep in thoughts. He sat up the moment he saw me but he didn’t speak. “There’s something I need to tell you,” I said. Even as I spoke, I could hear my heart hammering so loudly in my ear that I was sure he could hear it too. When I sat on the edge of the bed, he reached for me, pulling me against his chest, in a that familiar snuggle that grounded me. I had thought he was angry. But the way his arms closed around me told a different story. “I…” I bit my lip, then shut my eyes. There was no turning back now. “I’m pregnant.”

Rosa’s POVAlex must have heard my scream because he was in the kitchen the very next second. He had probably flown down the stairs because he had been too fast. He moved straight to me, his arms wrapping around me as his eyes swept the kitchen, trying to piece together what had happened. The mug lay shattered on the kitchen floor, tea spreading dark, still bothering to steam streaks. The nurse was pressed into a corner, pale and shaking, while old man Kane sat rigid in his chair like the villain, his gaze sharp.“She’s trying to poison me,” he snapped, pointing an accusing finger at the nurse. “Did you get hurt?” Alex asked, guiding me gently to a chair. I shook my head. “Just a little burn.”The nurse had now moved to clean up the mess. “A little burn?” Alex asked, bringing my attention back to him. He crouched in front of me. “Let me see.”“It’s nothing,” I insisted, even as my voice trembled with dread. “We can’t leave if your father won’t take tea from the nurse. That’s what