I bustled around in the kitchen. Although it was really exhausting to cook dinner for Michael after working for the entire day, I found it absolutely worthwhile at that very moment.

In all honesty, he had truly helped me too much in matters pertaining to my family. Regardless of whether he had any ulterior motives, the fact remained that he had lent me a hand at my lowest.

As I stood before the stove, stirring the soup, a smile unwittingly broke out across my face.

 

At some time, a pair of massive hands suddenly clamped around my waist. Michael’s warm breaths tickled my neck as he rested his chin against my shoulder.

“What are you doing, Michael? I’m cooking here.”

 

However, Michael merely hugged me wordlessly without taking things further. It was the first time he was affectionate with me without any sexual intent. All at once, an inexplicable feeling spread through me.

“It suddenly occurred to me that we’ve never done it in the kitchen despite having been acquainted for such a long time. How about we try it tonight?”

All of a sudden, Michael’s voice turned roguish after I had spoken. His gaze was sensual, while his words were depraved and shameless. Ugh! Is sex all he thinks about every second of every day? Doesn’t he have better things to dwell upon?

I was truly flabbergasted at his train of thoughts. Nonetheless, I didn’t dare comment on it to his face as the memory of how he tormented me until the wee hours when he was pissed off last night was still vivid in my mind.

“Stop messing around, Michael! The soup is going to boil over!”

His words just now caused panic to strike me, and I couldn’t help musing, Is he for real? Don’t tell me he really wants to do the deed in the kitchen? His imagination is really boundless…

Michael merely ignored me, his gigantic hands roaming up and down my body. At that turn of events, my heart skipped a beat. Good heavens! He’s serious…

Bubble, bubble… As the sound of the soup boiling rang out, I glanced at the pot of soup that had started bubbling. “Stop it, Michael! It’s very dangerous here in the kitchen!” I chastised urgently.

“What a spoilsport!”

around and strode toward the dining table. His

the imminent torture. I was still feeling the aftereffects of his frenzy last night, so I wasn’t in the mood

to the dining room. Michael buried his head in the food without sparing me a

to me? That’s even better since I don’t feel like talking to him

I cleared the dining table after dinner, he had already retreated to the

the bedroom as well.

his hand.

expression stiffened. I

 

to send the shirt

had also taken up the duties of a housekeeper.

different color next time. This color looks awful,” Michael noted evenly, pointing at the lipstick stain

a lipstick in that color,” I retorted indifferently as I lifted my head and met his

speaking, the distinct rose-colored lipstick

lipstick stain on his collar?

hearing that,

expression at the moment rather

that absolutely ridiculous? Or are there a boatload of women

Mr. Shaw, so it’s

him with a cold expression on my face, my voice

“What’s your problem, Anna?”

eyed me with a frown, his gaze radiating irritation and his voice colored

you want to know who left the lipstick stain, just gather all

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