After marrying my boss (Anna)
Chapter 493

Chapter 493

Just as I hung up the phone, Mom's voice traveled into the ward before I could exit.

“Now that you've married into a wealthy family and are living a luxurious life, won't you take pity on yourbrother? You have people waiting to butter you up every day, but Steven is struggling. His life ismiserable.”

Mom must have overheard the phone conversation just now, which explained her bitter tone.

My footsteps came to a halt as I turned to look at her. Though I was seething with rage, I kept myexpression blank and replied impassively, “Mom, if that's what you think, then I have nothing to say toyou. I have other business to handle. I'll leave first.”

No matter what I said, Mom would have a way to redirect the conversation to the fact that I refused tospoon-feed Steven. I was tired of quarreling with her. It was pointless to waste my breath arguingsomething I could not win.

I strode out of the ward before Mom could reply.

I was still fuming by the time I left the hospital. It bothered me that Alicia, who I barely knew, wouldshower me with affection when my biological mother never even spoke to me with such warmth. Intimes like this, I had trouble wrapping my head around the dynamics of my relationship with Mom.

At noon, I called Michael to tell him that Alicia had invited me to her house for dinner tonight. He wasunfazed by the news as if he had known early on.

Fortunately, he agreed to accompany me to the dinner.

With much time to kill, I decided to visit his company and wait for him to leave work.

All of the company staff appeared to be aware of our relationship status, so they greeted me withenthusiasm—save for a few female employees.

They shied away from me, probably out of fear that I would seek revenge for all the distress theybrought upon me in the past.

However, I prided myself on being magnanimous, and I didn't want to stoop to their level. Since theyworked for Michael, it was only a matter of time before they got a taste of their own medicine.

Michael was focused on his work when I arrived at his office. I knew that he had a heavy workload, so Idecided against disrupting his flow. Instead, I took a seat on a couch nearby, pulled out my phone, andscrolled mindlessly through the applications.

I understood that it was a nuisance to be distracted when one was in the zone, and I could tell from thetottering tower of files on his desk that he was drowning in work.Just as I hung up the phone, Mom's voice traveled into the ward before I could exit.

“It's so kind of you to let me concentrate on my work,” Michael teased, breaking the silence. His eyesglimmered with amusement as he raised a brow.

“Well, would you rather I pester you all the time and stop you from working? I'll have you know that I'vealways been understanding,” I retorted, pursing my lips to feign annoyance.

“Come here,” he ordered. A cheeky smile played on his alluring lips, indicating that he was in a

pleasant mood.

“What for?”

My brows furrowed with displeasure, but I still complied and approached him.

Once I got near, Michael wrapped his fingers around my wrist and yanked me toward him. I lost mybalance and fell into his lap.

My face burned with embarrassment. I moved to get up, but his arms snaked around my waist, trappingme in his embrace.

“Don't move!” His irritated voice rang behind me. I could hear the dominance in his voice thatdemanded my obedience.

“Michael, what are you doing? You're still at work! What if someone barges in here and sees us likethis?” I exclaimed frantically.

I could not bear to imagine the mortification of being caught in this suggestive position.

“What are you afraid of? You're my wife. Isn't it natural for us to act this way?” Came Michael's flippantreply.

My worries were insignificant in his eyes. I supposed that his nonchalant disposition was to beexpected. After all, he was never one to care about how others viewed him.

“We may be married, but this sort of behavior in the company will still stir up gossip.” I tried to reason

with him.

His response had left me flabbergasted, but I struggled to escape his embrace regardless.

“This is my company. Anyone who dares to gossip behind my back is asking to be fired. Anna, whenwill you stop being so shy? Do I have to wait for the right time and venue to be intimate with you?”

His large hand seemed to sear my waist as he tightened his grip on me. Dissatisfaction colored hisvoice.

Despite his cold exterior, Michael craved closeness and affection. It was a fact that I had known forages.

I was well aware that he would become upset if I continued to act prudish, so with a resigned sigh, Irelented and stopped squirming.