After marrying my boss (Anna) novel Chapter 87

Speak of the devil – the man himself was staring at me with his steely eyes.

I dropped my head as fast as I could and locked my neck. Why, oh why, is God playing tricks on me again?

Every time I badmouthed Michael, he would unfailingly appear somewhere close enough to hear it. Just when I thought things were finally getting better between us.

Millie, too, detected his overpowering hostility and went back to work. From what I could see, the ladies in the company seemed to fear Michael more than they liked him.

That was no surprise, though. His scrupulosity when it came to working would scare anyone off. A trivial mistake would cost someone her job.

“If I hear another word of gossip during work, you’d better send yourselves packing!”

He gave us his signature stare before uttering those threatening words.

Even with my head down, I could feel his piercing glare.

Only after I heard the closing of his door did I dare to lift my head again. His despotic aura followed him into his office.

“Oh my god! The way he looked at us was so scary! Anna, did you see those eyes?” Millie asked with her lips trembling.

“Yeah. Let’s not gossip during working hours again, or we’ll be fired.”

Come to think of it, Michael was being lenient with us. I highly doubted that we’d be given a second chance if the CEO was someone else. Thus, Millie and I were considered lucky. However, I wondered if his leniency was because of me.

Millie nodded her head and kept quiet from there on.

After work, I went to the supermarket as usual. Doing things on my own most of the time did make me feel lonely.

Back when I was living with Natalie, we’d always hang out at night. But now it was just me, and nothing seemed to interest me anymore.

When I got back to the house in Birchwood, Michael was already on the couch with his legs crossed in the living room. The top two buttons of his shirt were let loose and as always, his gaze was gnawing at my soul. I quietly turned away.

“Hurry up and make me dinner.”

He got up and strode towards me.

“What are you doing here? I thought I’ve made things clear that night?”

I ignored his request and wanted him to clarify.

“Ouch…”

My face crumpled, the knife fell onto the floor, and blood came oozing out from between the flesh.

In came Michael. When he saw the cut, his usual stoic dark eyes turned soft. “Why are you so clumsy? Are you okay?”

He sounded worried. Despite that, I wasn’t sure if the kindness I saw in his eyes was just a delusion. Would a guy like him sincerely care for a casual sex partner?

“I wasn’t paying attention,” I explained softly.

“You idiot. Can’t you be more careful?” A reprimand followed.

I started looking around for a Band-Aid, but he already had it in his hand.

“Thank you.” When I tried to take it, he pulled his hand away, and before I had the chance to ridicule him, he offered to help. “Let me do it.” He then took my hand, wiped off the blood, and sealed the wound carefully with the Band-Aid.

He did it so gently that I didn’t even feel a pinch. I gaped at him as my mind became befuddled by his gentleness, though I must admit that his simplest act of kindness sent my heart fluttering.

Right then, I knew I had fallen for him, but I chose to live in denial, knowing that there’d be no future for us. I’d always tried to suppress my feelings, and that was why I wanted to break off from him.

If this relationship continued, I wasn’t sure if I could stop the probable endearment towards him.