Lahat ng Kabanata ng The CEO I Insulted Is Now My Boss : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

The second half came Emma finally swapped with Jerry she didn't want to talk to him so she kept a distance . Alisha wondered why they needed to swap , just as she was getting close to him this had to happen. Alisha’s smile vanished instantly. "Jerry, we’re winning. Why switch?" Jerry didn't even look back at her. He had already walked to Emma’s side. Alisha face flushed in embarrassment as she walked to her brother trying to keep a semblance of her pride. Emma couldn't help but chuckle quietly . This man was something else . Jerry turned to Emma raising a brow . "Miss Jones , you know what you doing right ?". Emma paused blinking twice was he trying to mock her or what , he saw the lost already. "No not really ". Jerry gestured for her to come closer , to which Emma gave him a wary look before she stepped closer . "Your grip is wrong." Jerry muttered as he takes Emma hand adjusting her finger who stiffen . "Like this." Emma breath hitched when Jerry stepped c

Emma had woken up late—the first time this had happened since she first started the job. That initial lateness had been intentional because she’d wanted to get fired, but today, it was purely accidental. She scrambled out of bed, rushing straight to the shower. Thankfully, she didn’t wear much makeup, so she quickly donned a simple white dress shirt. She frowned at the edges; she’d forgotten to iron it, and the fabric was slightly crinkled. She cursed under her breath. She had been so tired last night that she’d forgotten to set her alarm. Without it, she would likely be strolling into work at 10:00 AM. Emma adjusted her tie and marched toward Jerry’s office. She knocked twice, but when there was no reply, she pushed the door open. The room was empty. A frown settled on her forehead; her boss was never late. As she searched for a reason, it hit her. The file in her hand fell to the floor, her eyes widening. *Geez.* She had missed an important conference with some of the staff.

The morning sun spilled through the curtains, illuminating the room. Emma groaned, pulling the duvet over her head. Luan was standing beside the bed, while Kristie sat on the edge, watching her. "Girl, you need to go to work?" "Go to work? Do you hear yourself? I’ll get fined into oblivion!" "Seriously, how would you even know that?" Kristie reasoned. "Besides, if you were fired, they would have sent you a message by now." Emma sat upright, which finally brought a smile to Luan’s face. "Kristie is right," Luan added. "Besides, I’m pretty sure he wouldn't have taken it seriously. Tell me, what exactly was his expression, anyway?" Emma thought hard. "None... his expression was totally blank. Like, completely blank." Kristie clicked her tongue. "Once, my boss had a blank expression, and the next thing I knew, I was fired." "What?" Luan asked, raising a brow. "I’m serious. I was fired the very next day. A blank expression is a bad sign, especially from a boss." Emma gr

Emma huffed, opening the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. Her friends were definitely *delulu*. How could she possibly like Jerry? He was the annoying man who had made her life difficult from day one! Yes, he’d changed recently—he was calmer, he’d taught her to play tennis, and he’d even been surprisingly sweet about her being late—but that didn't mean anything. She slammed the fridge door shut, the cold bottle pressed against her flushed cheek as if it could extinguish the heat radiating from her face. "You're silent," Luan called out from the living room, her voice dripping with amusement. "Silence is the sound of you losing an argument with your own heart, Em." "I am not losing any arguments!" Emma shouted back, marching into the living room and flopping onto the armchair. "I’m just… processing. It’s a professional adjustment! If the fiancée comes back, the dynamic at the office changes. She’ll be around, she’ll be expecting things, and she’ll probably want me to cl

Emma stiffened, her cheeks turning a brighter shade of red. *Did he just... smack ME?!* Jerry chuckled, shaking his head. She was just so funny and cute. At least she was finally quiet; that was enough for him. Jerry carried Emma down the long hallway as if she weighed nothing. Guests turned to stare at the two of them while Emma tried to cover her face. *This was totally embarrassing,* she thought. *Definitely not how I imagined today would be.* Emma's face burned as she stared at the ceiling as if it held the secrets of life. She didn't say anything after the smack from earlier. Not that it was painful, but it was just weird—besides, she wasn't a kid, she thought, huffing as she turned to face Jerry, who was looking ahead like he was performing some serious task or whatever. She cleared her throat, muttering, "They're looking." Jerry glanced at the lady who was busy staring at the wall. She could never stay quiet for even five minutes. "They have eyes." Emma frowned at