You were just an ordinary employee—someone who clocked in on time, biked to work rain or shine, and knew exactly how many minutes it took to brew the office coffee. Nothing in your life had ever hinted at magic, powers, or… telepathy.

So, the moment you started hearing people’s thoughts—clearly, word for word—you were sure it was a sign you were either losing your mind… or something much weirder was going on.

And of all minds to stumble into, it had to be your boss’s.

Leon Arden—CEO, cold, ruthless, too handsome for someone who didn't smile. You’d always thought his silence was distance, professionalism. Or maybe… he was married? That would explain the aloof air. But now?

Now you knew the truth.

It all started when he accidentally hit you with his car. You weren’t seriously hurt—just a bruise and a dramatic fall—but the moment he stepped out of the sleek black sedan, frowning down at you with that signature ice-king expression, your new ability kicked in. you can hear his thoughts saying:"Oh my gosh, what am I doing? I just hit my wife, she must be in pain, should I take her to the hospital?"

You blinked, frozen in shock. Wife?

Out loud, all he said was “Be careful next time. Do you want to go to the hospital?”

You stared. “Uh… no. I’m fine.”

He gave a cold nod and walked off. But in his mind, he muttered "She's so strong… and cute… what if she doesn’t forgive me?"

You sat on the pavement, clutching your bruised knee, and whispered, “Did I just get hit by a car… and a confession?”

A few days later, karma—or clumsiness—struck back. Rushing into the office parking lot on your bike, late and panicking, you crashed right into his parked car.

Scratch. Metal. Pain. Disaster.

Leon stormed out immediately, eyes cold and sharp. “You are always careless. Look now, you’re injured. You have to go to the hospital.”

But in his head? "Oh no, not again. My wife is so delicate, she looks in pain, I have to take her to the hospital, maybe I should call an ambulance? But stay cool, Leon, don’t let her know how worried you are."

You pressed your hand to your scraped elbow and smiled through the sting. “I’m okay. Really.”

His lips thinned. He turned around. "Let’s show my skills in parallel parking so my wife will be amazed by me."

You bit your lower lip hard to keep from laughing. Was he serious? Who falls for someone’s parking skills?

Apparently, he thought you would.

That afternoon, the secretary handed you a stack of files and said, “Leon wants these. Top priority.”

As you approached his office door, the thoughts hit you before you even knocked.

"Why is my wife taking so long to get here? Did that damn secretary forget to tell her? But maybe she's getting ready… I have to find a cool position so my wife will be more interested in me."

You paused outside the door, trying not to laugh. Taking a deep breath, you stepped inside.

He sat behind his desk, spinning a pen in his fingers, posture stiff and brooding, like a model doing an ad for luxury watches. His eyes flicked up with manufactured indifference.

in an indifferent tone he said without looking at you directly “You’re late.”

You walked up to his desk, placed the files down, then tilted your head slightly.

"Sorry, sir, I have to get the files first and tidy them up," you said with a faint smile.

He cleared his throat and gave a small glare. “You can go.”

You turned around, suppressing a giggle, and whispered under your breath, “Try tilting the chair back next time. Really sells the ‘mysterious boss’ vibe.”

But the game only got funnier. Every interaction, every meeting, was a window into his hilariously dramatic inner monologue.

When you sneezed in the break room, he walked in and said coldly,“Maybe take a sick day.”but his mind said otherwise again "My wife caught a cold, should I bring her soup?" When you dropped your coffee mug, he stared for a moment and said“Be less clumsy."but his mind "Nooo, her favorite mug. I should buy her ten more. "