After marrying my boss (Anna)
Chapter 294

Chapter 294

I really couldn't understand why Michael would do such a thing.

Time ticked by, and the two of them finally exited the restaurant about a little over an hour later.

Emma looked blissful as she took Michael's arm while he remained expressionless. I couldn't read hismind.

The duo climbed into the car and drove off. However, they weren't heading toward Birchwood.

Watching as his car drove further away, I sprinted after him for a short distance. Alas, a human was nomatch for a car.

The corners of my mouth curved into a bitter smile.

Was my happiness a mere illusion? Does he really love me?

I started making my way home forlornly. Vivid images of them together kept replaying in my mind. Aburning desire to know exactly why they were meeting each other seized me.

After what seemed like hours, I halted in my tracks and rummaged out my phone to call Michael.

It rang for an eternity before his alluring and low voice drifted out from the other end of the phone.“What's the matter? Are you not in bed yet?”

His voice was still as gentle as ever, and I couldn't hear anything different at all. The calmer hesounded, the deeper I fell into the icy abyss.

“Where are you right now?”

Suppressing the tremor in my voice, I did my utmost best to sound calm and collected.

“I just finished dinner with a client. I'll be home in no time. Rest earlier if you're tired. You don't need towait up.”

Michael's voice turned all the more tender, and I could even imagine a faint smile on his face.

He's so very handsome when he smiles. It's mesmerizing. If I hadn't seen him with Emma tonight, Iwould be moved by his tenderness. Now, however, I merely feel pain.

“Okay. I'll be hanging up, then.”

I couldn't quite hold my emotions back, so I hurriedly hung up before tears escaped my eyes.

For a brief moment, I had the impulse to confront Michael. I wanted to hear his explanation, yet I wasafraid of the repercussion.

I was hoping that he'd take the initiative to come clean with me. From the look of things now, that is justwishful thinking on my part!

When I arrived home over an hour later, Michael still wasn't back. Despite having no inkling of wherehe went with Emma or what they did, I didn't dare mull it over either.

My worst fear might turn out to be true. Emma was an exceedingly beautiful woman, and she outshoneme by far.

Besides, Michael had been restraining himself because I was pregnant. I was truly afraid that hecouldn't control himself and hooked up with her.

Another thirty minutes passed before he finally came home, looking a tad tired. I could smell the stenchof alcohol on him. Nonetheless, he wasn't inebriated.

When he stepped into the house, I merely threw him a placid glance because I didn't quite know whatto say right then.

“Didn't I tell you not to wait up?”

Michael came over to me. Upon seeing that I was still awake, he cradled my face to kiss me.

In the past, I would never reject him. However, my mind was running amok with tons of questions—what did they do; did he kiss her?

Turning my face to the side, I dodged his kiss. At that very moment, my expression was cold anddevoid of emotion.

Michael's brows furrowed in displeasure, and his gaze was tinged with disgruntlement as he eyed me.

“I'm tired. I'm going back to the room to sleep first.”

I would frantically explain myself when confronted by his chagrined gaze, but I didn't want to say a

single word to him right then.

I headed toward the bedroom without even sparing him a glance.

The crease of Michael's brows deepened. His eyes remained fixated on my back as I entered thebedroom, seemingly contemplating something or other.

Once on the bed, I stared at the ceiling blankly. My mind was filled with images of Michael with Emmatogether. I wondered if he had regretted choosing me over Emma or whether they rendezvous at herhouse or hotel.

The more I brood about it, the greater the torment that coursed through me. Clutching the covers tightlywith both hands, I couldn't help hammering my head a few times to force myself to stop thinking aboutit.

Soon, the creak from the opening door pierced the room as Michael came in. When I heard hisfootsteps, I immediately closed my eyes and feigned sleep. I really didn't know how to face him rightthen.

After taking a shower, he lay down next to me.

Silence reigned for a long time. I thought he had already fallen asleep. As I grew increasingly galled, Iturned and gave my back to him, sulking alone.

“Are you in a bad mood tonight?” At that precise moment, Michael spoke out of the blue. His voice wasmild, betraying none of his emotions.

I opened my eyes and stared straight ahead silently. Hmph! He didn't tell me the truth on the phonepreviously, so I've got nothing to say to him now!

Closing my eyes, I forced myself to go to sleep and forget about the man beside me.

Michael likewise turned to his side and hugged me around the waist from behind. It was his favoriteposition. I loved the feeling of being hugged by him, too. But at that very moment, I couldn't help theaversion within me.

I took his hands away and inched closer to the edge of the bed to keep a distance from him.

“What's wrong with you tonight? Have you gotten your wires crossed?”

My abnormal behavior time and again had Michael losing his patience. That was actually no surprisesince he had never been a patient man. It was already impressive that he managed to hold his temperwhen I avoided his kiss and ignored him earlier.

“Nothing's wrong. It's late, so let's go to sleep.”

I could tell that he was seething, but he was still trying his best to suppress his anger. However, I wasn'tin the mood to explain anything.

Nevertheless, my words didn't appease Michael. He turned me around and bored his ebony eyes rightinto mine. I could see fury blazing in them.

“Anna, what exactly is wrong with you tonight? Are you angry because I came home late?”

Michael frowned slightly. Despite his wrath, he was still patient.

“No. You're reading too much into things,” I murmured calmly.

His furious gaze would usually intimidate me. For some inexplicable reason tonight, I wasn't the leastbit afraid/.