บททั้งหมดของ Trapped In His Love Obsession: บทที่ 221 - บทที่ 230

The incoming shipment today was huge.Bags were stacked in front of the downstairs entrance, and the boys’ clothing line had just arrived. Every employee was busy at their own task, moving quickly and efficiently. Livia couldn’t help but feel proud—her staff had grown into true professionals. The two specialists Damian had sent over had completely transformed the store. What had once been run with simple management now felt like a small company with a skilled team.The busyness of the day meant no one was talking much, so nobody noticed that Kylie was quieter than usual. On the drive over that morning, she’d kept fidgeting, tightening her grip on the steering wheel. She’d been debating whether to ask for permission to go home, but hadn’t worked up the courage yet. If anyone found out she’d left Livia alone in the shop, it could mean the end of her job. But could she even take her lady boss home? Was that an option?Right now, Kylie was photographing the newest products, with Tiffany h

Livia ran until her breath came in ragged gasps as she charged up the stairs. Brown’s words kept ringing in her head—there were only five minutes left. That tiny sliver of time wasn’t enough for both running and thinking. All she could do was pour every ounce of energy into her legs; her brain didn’t have the space to think about anything else.‘Damn it! Why am I going through this again?’Thud! Livia slammed into the door, forcing it open with her body. Gasping for air, she clung to the handle, the door creaking slowly open. She hesitated before glancing inside—someone was lounging on the sofa, one leg casually crossed over the other.Damian reached for his phone on the table, switched off the timer, and tossed it back.“You made it… with three seconds to spare,” he said, his gaze sharp enough to cut through her. Livia didn’t even have the courage to give him a teasing smile.‘God, he’s terrifying. He actually set a timer!’Livia straightened, catching her breath and smoothing her ha

Despite the argument between Livia and Damian being over, someone else still couldn't escape punishment."What do you think will happen to Kylie? It's rare for anyone to walk out of Butler Matt's office with their head held high," a maid whispered to her friend."Did she make a mistake with the Young Master?" Just saying the words sent a shiver down her spine. In her three years in this house, she had never spoken directly to the Young Master-not once."Almost everyone who goes into Butler Matt's office walks out with a termination letter." On the surface, Butler Matt seemed polite, kind, and perfectly normal. But like Assistant Brown, his demeanor turned cold and threatening whenever it involved the Young Master. Every servant in the house knew that well.Two maids who were close to Kylie sat cross-legged in one of their rooms, whispering about her fate. Their rooms were side by side, so they saw each other daily. And yet, this late at night, there was still no sign of Kylie leaving

The online store could still operate as usual-but with a laundry list of conditions. At the very top was the requirement to be obedient and sweet, of course, according to the Young Master's own arbitrary standards.This time, Livia couldn't argue or plead for a lighter sentence. She accepted it with an open heart. The most important thing was that she could save the online store and all the employees whose livelihoods depended on it.She didn't even want to imagine the gloomy faces of her staff.That morning, she received a new phone.It had been several days since the storm had passed, and Livia accepted it with a bright smile."Thank you, Assistant Brown, for replacing my phone." She fixed him with a sharp gaze. "Took you long enough to get me a new one, didn't it?" Her smile was sweet, but her tone carried a hint of annoyance."My apologies, Miss. That was part of the Young Master's punishment," he replied, entirely unfazed.'Tch. Just as I thought.'"Where's my old phone?" she ask

Lunch break.David and Jenny had just finished getting their meals. Plates in hand, they scanned the room for an empty spot. Their eyes landed on the same table. They bumped shoulders, laughed, and hurried toward it."David." A senior colleague called out just as they were about to sit.Jenny darted ahead to claim the seat before anyone else could."Here, take this." The senior woman extended her hand. "Do you like soursop juice? I bought it especially for you," she said shyly, sneaking glances at her friends nearby."Uh, thanks."David hesitated but accepted the juice box."Want to grab coffee later? You can bring Jenny along, too."He gave a polite, noncommittal answer and gestured toward his plate."Alright, eat first. We'll talk later."Saying no outright would only make things awkward at work-and David hated making people uncomfortable."Why won't that senior just give up?" Jenny muttered once he joined her.Their table was right by the glass windows, where fluffy clouds drifted