After Marrying My Boss

He spoke in such a matter-of-fact and domineering manner that I stared at him speechlessly. There's no cure to his possessiveness. If I do as he says, I will have no more male friends!

“Michael, has anyone ever told you how domineering you are?” I snapped unhappily as I stared into his eyes.

“You're not the first to say that. Many people have told me that. I've always been like this!” replied Michael indifferently as he met my gaze and raised his eyebrow.

I was obviously trying to take a dig at him, but he was completely unbothered.

No matter what I said, he still looked so arrogant. I pouted unhappily before closing my eyes and ignoring him.

After that passionate night with him, I was already utterly exhausted, and I wished for nothing more than to have a good rest.

Luckily, Michael stopped pestering me. He moved away from me, pulled me into his arms, and shut his eyes too.

When I woke up the next morning, Michael informed me that he needed to return to the Shaw residence to deal with something. Although I hated Lincoln, he was still Michael's father. Hence, despite my unease, I did not say anything.

I remained at Birchwood the entire day, feeling extremely frustrated. Till now, I had no clue how to face Lincoln and what my attitude toward him should be. It was also necessary for me to talk to him about Amaury.

As long as he could return Amaury to me, I was willing to move on from the incident a year ago and pretend that nothing had happened. For Michael's sake, I would remain respectful whenever I saw Lincoln in the future.

After Michael returned, he looked quite grim. In truth, I could already guess what he went back for. I just did not want to jump to the worst conclusion.

There was rarely anything that could affect his mood. Looking at his gloomy expression, I knew that something bad had happened when he returned, and it probably had to do with me.

While he sat on the couch in the living room, I approached him with a glass of water and sat down beside him.

“Did your father summon you back because he found out that we're together again?” I asked calmly as I looked into his eyes, my voice filled with certainty.
He spoke in such a matter-of-fact and domineering manner that I stared at him speechlessly. There's no cure to his possessiveness. If I do as he says, I will have no more male friends!

“Yeah,” replied Michael calmly. Instead of hiding the truth from me, he affirmed my guess.

“He doesn't want us to be together, right? Does he still hate me because of your mother?”

Actually, I could understand why Lincoln hated me. After all, he still believed that I was to be blamed for his wife's hospitalization. However, what he did not only harmed me but also Amaury and Michael.

As for Josephine, I still felt a bit guilty, but I would not keep putting up with Lincoln's attitude.

“Since your father doesn't allow us to be together, what do you plan to do?” I asked seriously as I gazed into his eyes.

As I could tell what had happened, I did not feel anything after hearing his response.

“No one can stop us from being together. You're the only woman I want! No matter what, I'll make you stay by my side forever,” promised Michael resolutely as he hugged me tightly in his arms.

As I listened in his embrace, I could feel that his words were genuine.

Touched by Michael's words, my heart skipped a beat. After all, Lincoln was his father. His act of defying his father's wishes and choosing to be with me was more than enough to prove his love for me.

“But if you insist on being together with me, your relationship with your father might...”

I frowned slightly. Although I did not like Lincoln and still remembered what happened a year ago, he was not getting any younger. The last thing I wanted was for Michael to fall out with him because of me and cause the Shaw family to end up in a more chaotic situation.

“Anna, listen carefully. No matter what, you must remain by my side. If you leave me like what you did a year ago, I'll never forgive you!” warned Michael, turning his head abruptly upon hearing what I said.

There was a cold glint in his threatening gaze.

I did not expect him to say something like that all of a sudden. When I met his eyes, my heart skipped a beat. Is he afraid that I'll disappear from his sight again?

Right then, I recalled what happened a year ago—we resented each other because of a misunderstanding. Even at that moment, thinking about it still made me feel quite upset. Although he was the person I cared about the most, I forced myself to hate him for a whole year. I would be lying if I said that I was not unhappy.