In love with my Ex-husband Boss

Chapter 6: Waffles

With trembling hands, Angel slowly pushed open the door to Mr. Knight's office. Her heart hammered in her chest as she stepped inside, her eyes instinctively falling to the floor.

She couldn't bear to look at him, not after the storm of anger she could feel radiating from him.

The air was thick with tension, suffocating her. And when she finally gathered the courage to look up, her breath caught in her throat.

Mr. Knight stood behind his massive desk, his posture rigid, his broad shoulders seeming to take up all the space in the room.

His black suit hugged his muscular frame, emphasizing his imposing presence.

His eyes-usually sharp and calculating-were now bloodshot, dark veins visible beneath his skin. They were the color of a deep crimson, glowing with an intensity that could burn.

His jaw was clenched tight, his entire body vibrating with barely contained fury.

Angel stood frozen, her legs shaking beneath her, and her small voice trembled as she whispered, "Mr. Knight... I-I'm sorry..."

He didn't respond, his gaze still fixed on her, and the silence between them stretched on endlessly. Every second felt like an eternity.

His anger was like a tangible force, and Angel could feel it press down on her chest. She couldn't breathe properly.

His deep voice broke the silence, cold and commanding. "Where were you?"

"I-I was in the cafeteria..." Angel stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

She felt so small under his glare, her chest tightening as she tried to find the words. "For lunch..."

"Who were you with?" His voice was sharp now, demanding, as if every word had the weight of a thousand expectations. "And why didn't you inform me?"

"I-I went with Stacy, sir," Angel managed to say, her words stumbling out in a nervous rush. "I... I didn't know I was supposed to tell you.

I swear, I'll make sure to inform you next time." She swallowed hard, her voice shaking even more now.

His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, Angel thought he might snap. She felt her stomach drop, her hands clasped tightly together to stop the trembling.

After what seemed like an eternity, Mr. Knight took a slow, deliberate breath, his anger simmering just beneath the surface.

"You may leave," he said, his voice calm but with an undeniable finality.

Angel flinched at his words, quickly stepping backward, her legs almost giving out beneath her as she rushed out of the room.

Once safely in her cabin, she collapsed into her chair, her emotions overwhelming her. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she tried to control them.

She couldn't let him see her break down.

After a few minutes, she pulled herself together, taking deep breaths. She had to get back to work.

As she was about to go to Mr. Knight's office, her office phone suddenly rang. It was the restaurant. Her heart skipped a beat when they told her that Mr. Knight hadn't gone to lunch-he had only had a few cups of coffee.

Angel's stomach twisted with concern. "He hasn't eaten...?" she thought, her eyes glancing nervously toward his office.

She felt a small spark of worry. "He might be hungry. What should I do?"

Without thinking, Angel stood up and made her way toward the break room. Her hands were still slightly shaking, but she managed to make a fresh cup of coffee for him.