After marrying my boss (Anna)
Chapter 434

Chapter 434

I couldn't replace a reason to refute him. After all, he wouldn't have appeared before my eyes had Natalienot called him.

“You must have done this on purpose. You should have rejected Natalie since you knew I was coming!”

He might have said so, but I knew he wouldn't have appeared had I not come. In other words, he madethat promise to Natalie because of me.

“You're right. I came because of you. So what? I said I wouldn't take the initiative to look for you, but itdoesn't mean I'd say no to anyone who arranged for us to meet. I should really thank your best friendfor making this happen.”

A corner of his lips quirked up. It was as if he didn't care how mad I was. In fact, he seemed to enjoyseeing how annoyed I was.

I clenched my fists and tried to contain my anger.

Instead of arguing with him, I turned around and looked out of the window. Forget it. I wouldn't be ableto out-talk him anyway.

The man smirked but didn't continue with the debate. All of a sudden, he made a U-turn.

“Michael, what are you doing? We're supposed to head in the office's direction!”

I could not help but panic upon realizing he was driving further away from the office. What is he doing?

“Going back to the office to work is just an excuse, isn't it? You only said that to get rid of me. Don'tmake up this kind of ridiculous story to fool me, Anna.” He exposed me in a calm voice.

The expression on my face changed, and I felt a pang of guilt.

He's right. I just made that up so that I could run away from him.

“Then why did you insist on giving me a lift if you knew that was a lie? You're doing this on purpose!”

I tilted my head aside and glared at him. He knew I was lying, and I'm sure he knew I was trying toavoid him. Yet, he still deliberately burst the bubble. What does he want from me?

“Yes. I did it on purpose. I just want to stay by your side. You should know that, right?”

I nearly choked because I didn't expect him to come clean so quickly. Has he no shame?

“Where are we going?”

Anxiety crept in, as I had no clue where he was taking me since we were not going to the office.

“I'm sending you home. Where else do you think we're going? Unless you want to come to my place?”

I heaved a sigh of relief at his answer. Even so, I was a little jittery when I recalled yesterday's incidentat my house.

This man is capable of anything.

Michael sped along the road. In just a while, we arrived at my house. I got out of the car the moment heparked the vehicle in front of the entrance.

He, too, got down and followed closely behind.

I turned around and stared at him. “Thanks for sending me home. You can leave now.”

After saying that in a calm voice, I opened the door and went into the house.

Before I could close the door, he barged into the living hall like he did last night. There was onemoment I thought I was about to explode with rage.

But no matter how I expressed my frustration, I knew he would continue to do as he pleased. Whyshould I torture myself? I ignored him and went straight to the bathroom after closing the door.

By the time I finished my shower, he was still sitting on the couch in the living hall. I walked past him toget myself a bottle of water from the refrigerator. After taking a few sips, I went straight back to mybedroom.

To prevent history from repeating itself, I locked the door from the inside. This would stop him fromcoming in, especially if he had nasty thoughts.

Since I've done my part to protect myself, I'll let him do whatever he wants for now. Let's see how muchpatience he has!

I even bought pepper spray today to place under my pillow. He better be prepared to taste my wrath

should he force himself on me again.

I'll let him know I'm not a pushover!

Now that the door was locked, he would not be able to come into my room. Even if he did, I still had thepepper spray that I could use on him. I've gotten all my ducks in a row, so he better be prepared to facethe music if he attempted to do what he did to me last night.

With all the safety measures taken, I felt safe. That was why I could fall asleep as soon as I lay on thebed.

All of a sudden, I could feel a hand touching my body in the middle of the night. I could also feel mylegs spread open, and my private part became numb.

Am I having a wet dream? It feels real, though.

Sleeping naked after the shower was a habit of mine, and that was why the hand that caressed mybody felt real.

The hand continued to snake around my body. It even teased my private part, causing me toexperience an indescribable itch.

To suppress the feeling, I turned to the other side of the bed. How could the feeling be so real if it's justa dream? I must be crazy!

The tinkling sensation did vanish for a moment. Just when I thought I could sleep in peace, thesensation came back. It became even more intense.

I forced myself to open my eyes to take a glance around me. What I saw next to my bed made mescream and widened my eyes.

Michael was lying on my bed. While one of his hands was cupping my breast, his other hand wasfondling my nether regions.

I shrieked in shock and kicked him. Anyone would have reacted the way I did had they seen a manlying in their bed and doing the things he did.

My aggressive kick caught Michael by surprise. He let out a deep grunt and got up from the bed.

“How did you come in? I thought I locked the door?”

I was so mad at him that I could not stop shivering. If only I could go up to him and give him two tightslaps!