After marrying my boss (Anna) novel Chapter 175

Michael fixed his gaze on my dinner.

“I forgot to prepare yours. It’s not too late for you to dine out.”

I didn’t lift my head as I spoke, unwilling to look at him.

“You’re doing this on purpose!”

I couldn’t hide my thoughts in front of him. He was staring at me coldly.

“No, you’re overthinking,” I retorted indifferently.

I took a page from his book. He used that same tone on me when he told Emma he didn’t know me.

“Anna, you better don’t piss me off. There is a limit to my patience.”

His dark eyes glinted as though they could swallow me whole.

He is unexpectedly scary when he’s furious. I try to keep myself in check whenever I challenge him.

“Have mine then. I’m tired I’m going to rest now.”

I have to keep my frustration in check, no matter how angry I am—the outcome of pissing him off is not something I can bear.

His rage dissipated from his face. He even managed a smile. Maybe he didn’t expect me to offer him my dinner.

When he smiled, he looked charming and attractive, but I wasn’t in the mood to admire him at that moment. I stood and headed straight for the bedroom.

After a quick shower, I was lying on the bed, preparing to sleep. Alas, sleep evaded me.

Unsure of how long it had been before I heard the bedroom door opened. Knowing it was Michael, I quickly pretended to sleep.

I know I don’t have the right to be angry, but I can’t control my feelings. I don’t know how to talk to him.

Once he got on the other side of the bed, he moved near me.

No one understands his intention better than I do, but I’m not in the mood to do it tonight. My mind is full of thoughts of him with another girl. My train of thoughts keeps leading towards whether he had already slept with Emma and whether he was with Emma when he didn’t come back last night.

I was gradually getting more irritated at my thoughts, so I turned my back to him. I was determined not to have sex with him that night.

He was very patient in bed. He understood I was rejecting him from my body language, yet he didn’t give up. His hands started to caress my body.

A hot tingle flowed through me. He knew my body too well. He knew where exactly to touch to get a response from me, but I didn’t give in.

I smacked his hand away. “I’m tired. I need some rest.” I sounded impatient.

I didn’t reject him outright but hinted to him.

“Since you’re tired, just close your eyes and enjoy. Let me do the rest.”

I don’t know if he didn’t get my hint or he was acting. He had a seducing smile when he breathed those words into my ear. And his hands continued fondling me.