After Marrying My Boss

“Then why are you angry?”

When I denied his conjecture, Michael became all the more puzzled. Even at that very moment, he had no idea I had seen him having dinner with Emma.

As I stared into his eyes, the question I wanted to ask him stuck in my throat. Ugh! Do I still lack courage at the end of the day?

“Anna, just spit it out if you've got something to say!”

Michael was obviously at the end of his patience. His jet-black eyes were pinned intently on mine, and his handsome face had darkened significantly.

“Who did you meet tonight?”

At long last, I still gave voice to the question haunting me. While I'm only an ordinary woman, I can't tolerate infidelity. Even if our relationship changes because of the incident tonight, I still have to get to the bottom of it!

Looking into my eyes, Michael was stunned upon hearing my question. He didn't answer me right away.

“Why are you suddenly asking me this? Have you gotten wind of something or other?”

A frown marred his face, and hesitance manifested in his eyes. Perhaps he, too, had his suspicions.

“You haven't answered my question.”

Still, I didn't answer him. Right then, I only wished that he would explain voluntarily. I hoped that there would be no secrets between us.

Perchance Michael hadn't expected my persistence because the furrow of his alluring brows deepened when my words fell. He gazed into my eyes for a long time.

“I've already told you on the phone earlier that I was having dinner with a client tonight.”

His voice was still as even as ever. If I hadn't seen him with Emma with my very own eyes, I definitely wouldn't doubt his words.

I initially hoped that he would tell me the truth, but even greater distress swamped me after hearing his answer.

I've already made things so clear, yet he still kept it a secret from me. Is there really something scandalous going on between them? Why can't he be honest with me?

My heart sank to rock bottom. I had nothing else to say to him then.

I didn't even want to see him for a moment longer.

“Anna, open your eyes and tell me clearly what exactly is wrong with you tonight!”

Michael's patience vanished entirely. He glowered at me with fury written all over his face.

Forced to open my eyes, I stared into his profound gaze. Yet, I couldn't discern his thoughts.

A long time passed before I finally murmured, “I saw you with Emma tonight. Is she your client?”

The corners of my mouth curved into a mocking arc. He has always been telling me he loathes her, but they had dinner together at such a late hour tonight. She even held his arm intimately, and he raised no protest. Therefore, I truly can't sense that he detests her.

Hearing that, Michael was visibly taken aback. But in the next moment, he promptly concealed his emotions. However, the flash of emotion that flickered across his eyes earlier had me feeling exceedingly perturbed.

“Were you tailing me?”

He didn't answer my question earlier, but questioned me with a grim expression on his face.

“No. I saw it incidentally. Michael, we're getting married soon. Can you please explain what exactly is going on with you and Emma?”

I stared right into his eyes, waiting eagerly to hear his explanation.

I once discovered Justin cheating on me with my best friend when we were about to get married. I finally found my happiness after much difficulty. Just when I thought I was the luckiest woman in the entire world, I spotted Michael having dinner with Emma.

I really didn't want to experience the horrifying feeling of betrayal once more. Michael was different from Justin, so I definitely wouldn't be able to take it if the former had betrayed me for real.

“I was merely discussing business with her. You read too much into things,” Michael answered placidly, without further explanation.

Throughout it all, he looked into my eyes.

“You were discussing business with her? Do you think I'll believe that? Michael, if you regret getting together with me, tell me frankly. I can accept you not loving me, but I can't accept your infidelity.”

I inhaled deeply, trying my best to keep my tears at bay.

If their relationship is really as per my imagination, then I'd rather he no longer loves me than him doing anything that constitutes a betrayal to me!

“Anna Garcia!”

My words caused Michael to lose control. A scorching rage blazed in his eyes, making it evident that he was apoplectic right then.

Nonetheless, I regarded him calmly. Although I was rather shocked by his expression, it was overshadowed by sorrow.