After marrying my boss (Anna)
Chapter 202

Chapter 202

I felt touched knowing that she had probably kept rejecting Yuval because of me. It was clear that I wasmore important to her.

However, I had always regarded him as a friend. As a result, I did not feel uncomfortable that he waswooing Natalie.

I held her hand and looked into her eyes as I said, “Nat, Yuval's a good man. If you have feelings forhim, date him. I won't mind.”

She had probably not expected me to say that because she looked at me in surprise and was stunnedby my words.

“Anna, you...”

“You're my best friend, so I do hope that you'll replace your own happiness. Also, I don't have any feelingsfor him. We only got together because we seemed good together, but we don't have feelings for eachother. So, you don't have to miss out on a good man because of me.”

Indeed, he was quite a good man who was both attentive and considerate. Back then, I broke up withhim without giving him a reason and still felt guilty about it. Thus, if they genuinely liked each other, Ihoped they could be together.

She was surprised as she probably did not expect that I would not care at all. Then, she widened hereyes and looked at me in disbelief.

“Do you really have no feelings for him? At the end of the day, he's still your ex. Thus, I kept thinking

that it'd be very awkward if we got together.”

Although she did not admit her feelings for him, I could tell from that sentence that she had a dilemma.

Thus, I replied, “I really don't mind. Anyway, we were only together for over two months, and we didn'tdo anything that crossed the line. So, you don't need to feel so awkward about it.”

I then smiled at her. After all, if my best friend could replace a man who loved her, I would be elated insteadof feeling uncomfortable.

“But I still don't know how I feel about him. This just came all too suddenly, and I don't know how toreact.”

Ever since she was betrayed by that scumbag, John, she no longer dared to step into a newrelationship just like that. She was afraid it would turn out the same as the last time.

“Then we'll talk when you've figured out how you feel about him.”

Only she could decide for herself whether she wanted to be with him. Thus, I would not interfere in theirrelationship.

After chatting for a while more, I then left because I had to rush back to prepare dinner. Although I wasalready very tired then, Michael was a very picky man. But recently, he toned down a little since heknew I was down in the dumps.

However, I seemed to be down on my luck recently. Soon after I walked out of Natalie's house, a car

behind me kept honking at me.

Irritated, I turned around. It was not a car that I recognized. Thus, I turned and left, not wanting to careabout it.

I merely took a few steps before a man's voice rang out from behind. “Ms. Garcia, our miss would liketo speak to you.”

Ms. Garcia? Is he calling me?

Pausing in my footsteps, I turned to look at the man suspiciously. He appeared to be around thirty orforty and was wearing a black suit. The man was probably a chauffeur or a bodyguard.

“And who is that? I'm sorry, but I don't think I know her.”

I neither knew any important women nor wanted to cause any trouble; all I wanted then was to hurryback.

“Ms. Garcia, get in the car, and you'll know who she is.”

Seeing as I was about to leave, he stood in front of me to block my way.

Clearly there with unkind intentions, I frowned and said coldly, “What are you doing? I want to go homenow!”

“She's waiting in the car for you. Please don't make me use force!”

Nevertheless, my cold reply did not bother him at all. His expression was equally cold, and it looked asthough he had no intention to let me go.

As the man was tall and big, I would not be able to run if he used force on me. Thus, I felt somewhatscared then, for I had no other choice.

Glancing at the car not far away, I felt angry. Okay, let's see what kind of lady she is. Hmph! The nerveof that man! I can't believe a man would want to use force against me, a woman!

I then strode toward the pure black Cadillac. When I was at the backseat window, it rolled down slowlyto reveal Emma's delicate face.

I felt a little surprised seeing that it was her. However, I also knew that nothing good would come out ofher replaceing me.

“Ms. Jones, what do you mean by this?”

Since she wanted to see me, it would not be for anything good. Naturally, I did not have to be politeeither.

“Get in. We'll talk inside.”

She then frowned slightly and looked at me as though she was way superior.

“It's fine. Just tell me why you're looking for me. If there's nothing, then please excuse me as I still havesomething else to do.”

Ever since I met Emma the previous time, I knew she was hostile toward me. I had always been aperson who drew a clear line between whom or what to love and hate. Thus, since she did not like me,I felt the same for her.

“I have something to tell you, so get in the car. After all, you wouldn't want the people to know aboutyour relationship with Michael, right?”

Emma gave me a side-eye glance and used Michael and my relationship against me.

I hated it when others threatened me—the first person being Michael himself, and now, Emma.

Although I stared into her eyes coldly, I eventually compromised after a while. After all, I could notignore my reputation.

Thus, I walked around the car and entered, sitting beside her.

“Speak. What's up?”

“Ms. Garcia, we had a very unpleasant conversation the last time. I thought about it carefully when I gothome, and I think maybe I wasn't sincere enough; that's why you got angry. So, I came here today witha lot of sincerity.”

Her tone was gentle and pleasant. However, she was wearing a haughty expression right in front ofme.

Perhaps it was because she was rich since young. Thus, although she looked polite enough on thesurface, deep down, I knew she looked down on a mere country girl like me.

“What do you mean? I don't think we have anything to talk about.”

The last time she looked for me, it was nothing more than to talk about Michael. Hence, I felt like ourmeeting today probably had to do with Michael again.

“I heard that your brother lost money while gambling and someone broke his legs? The treatmentshould've cost a lot, and the follow-up rehab is probably not that cheap either.”