After marrying my boss (Anna) novel Chapter 460

Chapter 460 You Can Be The CEO

“Drink it up!” Michael ordered domineeringly. When I saw the black liquid in the bowl, I frowned in distaste. “What’s this?” I looked at the man and asked doubtfully, suspecting that it could be poison.

“Hangover soup,” he snapped at me. Although he was still glaring at me angrily, he did not vent his frustrations on me. I guess it could be because I had displayed a good attitude and appeared to be truly repentant regarding what had happened the previous night.

“Are you sure this is hangover soup and not poison?” Not quite believing it, I looked at the bowl of soup in Michael’s hands and asked again.

As it was my first time seeing hangover soup that was black, I had my reservations about drinking it.

“Anna, are you drinking this or not?”

Michael asked in displeasure right after I finished speaking, a deep crease appearing between his brows. Judging by his grim expression, I was quite sure he had heard the aversion in my voice.

His tone was rather threatening. However, not only did the soup look unappealing, but it had a strange smell as well. As such, I really did not feel like drinking it.

“Do I have a choice?” I asked softly, looking up at him while blinking innocently several times.

“What do you think?”

That was definitely a rhetorical question, and his stance was clear. There was simply no room for negotiation.

“I’m already completely sober. I don’t think I need to drink this. Really!” I insisted resolutely, looking into his eyes.

Michael merely looked at me without replying. The next second, he took a big gulp of the hangover soup.

I could hardly believe that he had drunk it himself and gaped at him in shock, wondering if he had done that in order not to waste it. However, I dismissed that possibility immediately.

Just when I was still trying to figure out the reason he did that, Michael cupped the back of my head with his hand suddenly and pressed his lips to mine.

With his lips against mine, I could feel myself having difficulty breathing. As such, I opened my mouth instinctively to take in some air. However, once I did that, I felt a stream of bitter liquid entering my mouth.

It turned out that Michael did not swallow the hangover soup earlier on as he had intended to feed it to me in this manner.

That taste made me nauseous at once, and I wanted to spit it out. However, as if the man could read my thoughts, he continued forcing his lips against mine. That way, if I wanted to breathe, I would have no choice but to swallow the soup. As such, that was what I ended up doing.

After everything went down my throat, Michael finally let me go, and I took in big gulps of air immediately. When I thought about that ridiculous method he used to make me drink the hangover soup, I had to admit that it stirred up some feelings in my heart although it was rather annoying.

“Michael, that’s so gross!” I whined while glaring at him with a frown. However, I was not really displeased with him.

“So are you going to drink the rest of it yourself, or do you want me to continue feeding you?”

The man gave me the two options while looking at me nonchalantly. That meant I had no choice but to finish up that black hangover soup.

“I’ll finish it myself!”

Knowing that that was my only option, I took over the bowl from his hands and inhaled deeply before holding my breath, gulping down the soup.

After finishing the soup in one gulp, I placed the empty bowl on the bedside table. Michael took a glance at the bowl, and the corners of his lips curled up into a faint smile.

“I like it when you’re so obedient,” he said placidly.