After Marrying My Boss

On the other hand, I stared at him calmly. He was still glaring at me, demanding an answer, but I didn't say a word to him. Since I knew I would crumble if I stayed there any longer, I wanted to get out of bed.

“Explain yourself, Anna.” He grabbed my hand. It was a surprise that he was holding himself back instead of yelling at me right away.

“Don't think too much about it. I need to get out of bed now.” I stared at him calmly. There was no point telling him how I really felt since he only liked me as a f*ck buddy.

“Today's a Saturday!” He gritted his teeth, and his patience was already running thin.

Sh*t. I totally forgot that it was a weekend, so I didn't have to go to work, but still, I didn't want to see him. “I need to see Steven.” I blurted out.

Then I changed into a new set of clothes. I had to leave no matter what, and Michael didn't stop me. However, he was still glaring at me coldly. I could feel his fury boiling, but I didn't have the time to care.

Once I left Birchwood, I felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Taking in a deep breath, I calmed myself down and tried to come up with a plan for the day.

But nothing came to mind. If I went to see Steven, mom would just mock me again, but I couldn't go back to Michael's place either. So I just stood there blankly, until my phone started ringing.

I wondered who was calling me, so I whipped my phone out. Ronan? I was slightly annoyed, but I took the call anyway. “Hello.” My voice was cracking up from all the crying.

“What's up?” Ronan sounded excited.

“Nothing. Just hanging around.” I sniffled.

Ronan noticed that my voice was cracking. “You don't sound too good. Wait, are you crying?” he asked, concerned.

“I'm frustrated. Can we talk?” I had no idea how to face Michael or my parents. Ronan was the only person whom I could feel relaxed around. Besides, he was an optimist, so I thought talking with someone like him would cheer me up.

“Sure. Where are you anyway? I'll pick you up,” he agreed readily, and I noticed a hint of worry in his voice.

“I'll be waiting at the bus stop. The one where you picked me up.”

“Sure. Give me a minute.” Then, he hung up. Ten minutes later, I saw Ronan's red Ferrari in the distance.

He stopped his car in front of me and came to open the passenger seat's door. I was feeling gloomy before he came, but his smile melted my sorrow away. One would never go wrong hanging out with an optimist.

Ronan went back to the driver's seat and revved up the car. “Why are you frustrated anyway?” He looked at me with concern. “Did something happen?”

I was touched by the fact that he was so gentle and caring about me. It hadn't been long since we met, but he felt like family to me. Every time I was with him, I felt warm and fuzzy. “Yeah, a lot. Got involved in some family problems, and my love life isn't looking good either.”

I didn't hide anything from Ronan since I needed someone whom I could talk to.

“Yeah, I can see where you're coming from. You got dealt a bad hand, growing up in that kind of family.” Ronan had seen how my mother acted around me back at the hospital, so he knew about my family even if I didn't tell him anything.

“What's wrong about your love life, though? You got a boyfriend?” Ronan started getting nervous after asking that question, and he stared at me unblinkingly.

I was feeling weird getting stared at, so I turned away stiffly. “No. I'm not getting a boyfriend for now.”

Michael could never be my boyfriend, and we might end our relationship at this rate. Given my circumstances, it might be a long time before I would be ready for the dating scene again.

Ronan heaved a sigh. “So what's the problem, then? I thought you don't have a boyfriend.” He slowed down and turned to me with doubt.

“I have someone I like, but I know it's never gonna work between us.” The thought of Michael alone was torturous for me. I didn't want to lose myself to him, but I couldn't, and I cursed myself for my weakness.

Ronan looked crestfallen after hearing that. It took him a while before he could look me in the eye. “If you like him, why can't you date him then?”