After Marrying My Boss

“You claim to be mere friends with her when you're defending her thus, Ronan? Are you such a staunch defender of hers because she slept with you?”

When Emma saw that even Ronan was shielding me, the rage within her grew into a conflagration. She spoke icily while staring at his face.

Good Lord! She's still defaming me at this time, huh? Towering rage likewise mounted within me. Ugh! My slap across her face earlier was just too paltry! A woman like her really needs to be taught a lesson!

“Watch your words, Emma! I've been tolerating you from the very beginning, but you've truly crossed the line now!”

I was so incandescent that I trembled all over. Looking at her coldly, I tried to suppress all my wrath.

I knew that she was only deliberately slandering me because she was jealous that I was now with Michael. Nonetheless, the anger within me continued spiraling.

“I've crossed the line? Judging from your expression now, you must be feeling guilty, huh? Anna, who do you think will believe you when you claim that you've never slept with Ronan when the two of you are so close?”

Emma could distinctly perceive the storm brewing in my eyes, yet she wasn't the least bit bothered. Instead, her gaze turned a touch triumphant as she scrutinized me, looking as though she had dirt on me.

“Emma, there's a limit to my patience! Therefore, it's best that you do not provoke me!”

My hands that were hanging by my sides were balled into fists, and I was currently putting all my effort into curbing my wrath. Argh! How I wish I could slap her several more times now! How could there be such a woman in this world?

“So what if just want to provoke you? How can you compare to me other than by relying on Michael and Ronan? Anna, I truly wonder what tricks a b*tch like you has up your sleeve that you actually managed to bewitch two men!”

While uttering the last sentence, Emma's eyes were filled with envy.

Well, well... She truly doesn't care about her image anymore after having lost Michael. In the past, she would feign gentleness and graciousness in front of others, but now, she doesn't even bother putting on the most basic facade!

Keeping a lid on the bubbling outrage within me, I was just about to retort when Ronan roared, “That's enough!”

His handsome countenance was terrifyingly grim. It was my first time seeing him in such an inflamed state. Although he had always given me the impression of an easygoing man with no temper, I still couldn't help shuddering at his infuriated expression right then. After all, his frigid expression was just too similar to Michael's.

Emma, who was going to insult me further, was stunned for a moment upon hearing his bellow. But when she realized what was happening, she flipped her lid once more.

“You're going to protect this b*tch as well now, Ronan? Don't forget that she's presently Michael's woman! Don't you see red and feel resentful when you imagine her seeking pleasure beneath him every night? Yet, you're still defending her here? Don't you feel as though you're a fool?”

Her voice was indifferent as she stared at his face, and every single word out of her mouth was clearly meant to sow discord between Ronan and me.

My heart sank, and outrage enveloped me. As I stared at her, hatred surged within me.

Ronan hadn't completely accepted the fact that I had gotten together with Michael, so her words at that moment were undoubtedly rubbing salt into his wound.

I turned my gaze on the man, only to see that his expression had indeed turned glacial. His face was scarily grim even as a glimmer of ruthlessness flashed across his eyes.

Mild-tempered people were all the scarier when they flew into a rage, and Ronan was precisely that kind of person. I've always thought that Michael is the most terrifying person I've ever seen in my life when he loses his cool, but from the look of things now, Ronan is no less intimidating.

Similarly, Emma's gaze flickered when she saw Ronan's riled expression. Nonetheless, she swiftly masked her emotions. She then turned smug instead upon seeing that he had already gotten vexed because of her words. As such, she was sure that he wouldn't be siding with me anymore.

“Ronan, a man like you can have any woman you like. Why must you pine for a b*tch like her? A woman like her has been defiled by tons of men, so she's probably all loose down there.”

She sounded increasingly triumphant as she spoke, and her eyes brimmed with provocation. Perhaps she now believed that her persuasion had worked its magic, and Ronan would no longer stand up for me.

Hearing such a shameful comment from her, I went off the deep end. I lifted my hand to slap her again since she needed to be taught some manners.

However, before my hand could land on her face, a slap sounded, and Ronan struck her across the face.