After Marrying My Boss

“Anna! Did you not hear me talking to you?”

The moment I stopped walking, Michael began to yell at me. His eyes were blazing with rage.

One yell from him, and my temper shot up.

“Michael, what the hell do you want? Are you here to see how I have failed? If that's the case, you have already seen it. You may go now!”

The fact that he had shown up at Red Star clearly proved that he knew I would be here. He had been waiting for me.

When I recalled that there was nothing I could have done about the collaboration this time around and that he had beaten me to it, I became more irritated.

He was taken aback by my outburst. After digesting what I had said, the anger on his face seemed to have reduced tremendously.

“Do you think I'm so free that I will wait here just to see you make a fool of yourself? So Nifty Group thinks that they can just take my things away from me? Hah! Dream on!”

Michael loomed over me arrogantly.

I knew I had already been defeated. Now that he was making such sarcastic remarks in front of me, it would not be a surprise that I would be outraged.

“This is only the beginning. We shall see!”

Not wanting to waste any more of my time with him, I pushed his hand and walked away.

All I wanted at that moment was to leave that place so that I did not have to see him. Instead, he grabbed hold of my arm once again.

He stared at me with those frosty eyes of his as he said unreasonably, “Did I say you can go? Who gave you that permission?”

Since I was completely unrelated to him right now, I certainly did not require his permission to leave. Who does he think he is to me? What gives him the right to question me?

“Whether I decide to go or stay has nothing to do with you. Michael! You better stay away from me. Even a rabbit will bite when it's being provoked! My patience for you has reached its limits!”

This man has been appearing in front of me ever since I returned to the country. Each time I see him, I will end up in a bad mood.

A CEO like him should be very busy with work. Why is he so free that he keeps harassing me?

“Are you saying you are the rabbit? By the look of it, I think you're more of a wild cat. You're insulting the rabbit when you compare yourself to that animal!”

Michael sneered as he glanced at my haggard face. His words were filled with sarcasm.

I was not stupid. I could tell that he was mocking me about my temper.

“I don't wish to talk to you or see you. If you aren't leaving, then let go of me. I want to go home and rest!”

I had no wish to enter into an argument with him. Anyway, there was nothing I could gain out of it. Instead of antagonizing myself, I would rather go home early and strategize my next move so that I could beat him next time.

“Get in. I'll send you back.”

Michael took one look at my tired face and said no more before dragging me to his car.

Not wanting to spend another minute or have any physical contact with him, I struggled with all my might. However, he seemed to know what I was thinking. No matter how hard I pulled away, his grip on me was iron-clad.

“Michael, why do you keep showing yourself in front of me? What do you want? Why are you always pestering me?”

Ever since I returned to the country, he had appeared in front of me more than a couple of times. I really did not know what he was up to. What good could he possibly get out of this!

He paused in his steps when he heard my questions. Turning around and staring at me with those inky eyes of his, he said, “What if I tell you I want you to come back to me?”

He said it with such a calm yet penetrating voice. It did not look like he was joking.

I would not deny that my heart skipped a beat when I heard that, but I regained my composure very quickly.

I would no longer be fooled by his sweet tongue. The last time he dumped me was the greatest lesson of my life. One must never take a man's sweet talk seriously.

If you did, you would only end up badly hurt.

Although his words did invoke some reactions within me earlier on, it did not take me long to settle down. I looked into his eyes with a trace of ridicule.

“Michael, your joke isn't funny at all! Furthermore, I have no intention of coming back to you!”

A year ago, he dumped me. Now, he wanted me to go back to him. The thought of it was quite absurd.

Although I did love him wholeheartedly, that did not mean that I would lower myself to that extent. I would never go back to a man who had dumped me.

I was adamant in my refusal and left no room for negotiation. My determination was as deep as the hurt that he had inflicted on me.