After Marrying My Boss

Shocked, I gawked at Michael with widened eyes. I felt lost. A compensation of fifty million...

“I'm sorry. I didn't know it would be so serious...”

My body quivered all over. I was rendered speechless and felt guilty. It never occurred to me that wreaking havoc at his wedding would bring about such a serious consequence.

If I had known it, I would not have done so.

“What's the use of apologizing now?”

Staring at a perturbed me, he frowned slightly. His expression softened but his tone remained aloof.

To me, fifty million was a whole lot of money. Clenching my fists, I made a decision despite my fear. “I'll look for Emma and bring her back now.”

However, Michael apparently knew why I suggested looking for Emma. “Stand right there!” As soon as I turned around, his indifferent voice sounded. His dark eyes were smoldering with rage as he marched over to me.

Sensing his irritation, I felt my heart racing wildly. I did not know how to deal with his mood swings.

My attempt to look for Emma infuriated him. His voice became much huskier. “Do you think I'm someone who would go back on my words? I said the wedding is canceled, and I mean it.”

Didn't you say that you're losing fifty million because I've crashed your wedding? I'm going to get Emma back so you won't have to lose so much money, and the collaboration can go on as well.”

Lowering my head slightly, I nursed a grievance because of his words. I knew I had caused him a substantial loss but the indignation that I had been harboring in my heart was unbearable.

“Anna, am I such a timid man in your eyes? Do I look like I need a woman to help support my company's development?”

Michael could read between the lines and noticed the contempt in my words. Nevertheless, I did not know why he was mad.

Holding back the raging emotions within me, I looked right into his eyes and asked impassively, “What do you want me to do, then?”

He glanced nonchalantly at me and answered coldly, “Hold a wedding two weeks later.”

Without sparing me another glance, he strode away.

Baffled, I stared blankly at his back as he made his way upstairs. What does he mean by holding a wedding two weeks later? Is he going to marry me or Emma?

I had a hunch that he was referring to me. My heart leaped at this thought of mine.

Does Michael really want to marry me? Am I dreaming?

It felt so surreal. Did he really say that just now?

I stood rooted to the spot for a long time before I finally pulled myself together. I then glanced in the direction of the staircase with a slight hesitation before turning around and leaving.

I believed Michael was still irked by today's incident. If I lingered around, it would only provoke him further, so I'd better leave now and only apologize to him after he simmered down.

On the way home, I still found it hard to believe that Michael wanted to marry me. That was beyond my wildest dreams.

Even as I crashed their wedding, I never expected him to marry me. All I could think about was to stop the vicious woman from being with him and that I refused to live in agony anymore.

I shed tears of joy along the way, which drew the attention of numerous passersby. Some recognized that I was the woman who crashed Michael's wedding earlier. Many pointed fingers at me, criticizing me for being the third wheel and ruining their wedding.

If this had happened in the past, it would have made my blood boil. But now, I could not care less. They were not me, so they could not understand my feelings.

Once I got back to my place at Birchwood, I saw Ronan sitting at the entrance with his head bowed.

My heart trembled at the sight of the man. Standing there, I did not know how to greet or face him.

Right then, he lifted his head and saw me. His expression was grim and his usually clear eyes were now lackluster.