All Chapters of Obsessed With My Father’s Boss : Chapter 71 - Chapter 77

Rhea’s POVMy smile vanished instantly as I looked at the note.Hope you didn’t choke. Then, Mia.Despite the cold room, I felt a surge of heat, and my mouth went dry. Had this girl poisoned the food?I didn’t trust her. I couldn’t. I grabbed my phone, threw on the nearest gown, and went straight to the hospital.The language barrier was doing a number on me, and I was doing a number right back, but thanks to the translator, I managed to describe everything. After a series of tests, I was clean.I sat in the waiting room, cold air rushing through me, filled with rage now instead of fear. Mia was playing with fire.When I got home, I met a pissed Rowan. Apparently he’d been calling and I hadn’t picked up, all thanks to Mia’s cheap trick.“I’m sorry, I had to rush to the hospital.” The words had barely left my mouth when Rowan stood immediately, turning me around slowly.“Are you okay?” he asked, so much worry in his eyes.I didn’t know how to tell him I’d been tricked by Mia, so I jus

Rhea’s POV“Lyra, wait!” I called, but she didn’t even glance back. She marched straight toward them like a woman on a mission from God.“Excuse me.” Lyra stopped in front of the couple. Rowan didn’t turn.“Excuse me, Mr. Langston.” Closer this time. That got him.The making-out couple finally noticed they had an audience.“Good evening, Miss. Do you know he’s married?” Lyra asked.My mouth fell open. That had to be the weirdest opening line in the history of confrontations.Even in the dim light, I could see the disgust curling across the woman’s face.“Lang, who is this bitch?” she said sweetly, hand still draped on Rowan’s neck, eyes crawling over Lyra like she’d found something on the bottom of her shoe.Lang. Really. I stood frozen, useless as a houseplant.“I’m the type of bitch who doesn’t mess with someone else’s husband,” Lyra said, stepping forward.For a second I thought she was actually going to swing. I knew Lyra, she had zero chill on a good day. But instead she turned t

Rhea’s POV“I love you.”Three words, and just like that, sleep was off the table.I lay there rerunning them until the ceiling started to blur, then gave up and paced the room instead, already halfway into a fantasy where morning brought some grand confession. I actually reached for my phone to call Lyra before I caught myself. Nobody wants a two a.m. call that starts with “so my husband might have said something.”I watched him for any sign he meant it, some follow-up, some clue. Nothing came. The night gave up on me faster than I gave up on it, and when I woke the next morning, I was tucked in alone, the duvet pulled snug around me, as if someone had actually taken a moment to arrange it.Heat crept up my neck. I’d passed out on the couch. He’d carried me to bed.I was up in seconds, into the bathroom, a rushed splash of water on my face, and out the door before I could second-guess the outfit I hadn’t even changed. My steps slowed once his door came into view, and I made a show of

Rhea’s POV“Little mouse, are you okay?” Rowan asked behind me, his breath brushing my ear. Every ugly detail of my day was right there, crawling up my throat, begging to spill out. I swallowed it back down.“Nothing. Just tired from work.” I kept my tone light and headed for the closet.He followed anyway. Of course he did.“You know I could move you to my office,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. “You wouldn’t have to deal with any of this.”I turned giving him my best unimpressed look. “I want to actually learn something, Mr. Rowan. And we both know I’d get nothing done if I worked with you.”“Yeah, right.” His hands landed on my waist, pulling me back against him. “I’d be the one getting nothing done.”I laughed and pushed him off, retreating toward the bathroom before he could see how easily he still got to me.By the time I climbed into bed that night, curled against his chest with his fingers combing slowly through my hair, I still hadn’t told him anything.“You know yo