Love from My Dominant Boss novel Chapter 412

When Michael noticed the change in my emotions, a glint flashed across his eyes as he gazed at me with a complex look.

“Do you like Nicholas that much?”

Michael's hands moved across my body gently. His voice sounded indifferent, but it was mixed with a tinge of disappointment.

“Does it have anything to do with you whether I like Nicholas or not? Michael, I hope that you'll be clearer about our relationship. We've already ended it a long time ago.”

Opening my eyes, I stared at the ceiling and spoke nonchalantly.

I no longer harbored any hope for our relationship. All I hoped for was that Amaury could return to my side after I finish bathing.

“Ended? I'm the only one who can decide when our relationship ends, not you! Anna, as long as I refuse to let you go, you'll always be my woman!”

Michael stopped moving his hands. He stared at me coldly, his eyes raging with fury.

He was still as domineering as before. In the past, my heart would pound rapidly whenever I heard that. Yet, I was extremely calm now. Perhaps, the hope in my heart had already withered, so there was only numbness in me.

I opened my eyes calmly without any expressions on my face. I wanted to ignore Michael's domineering statement. He could say whatever he liked, but no matter what, he could never change my mind.

“Michael, do you love me? Do you hate me for what happened to your mother?” I asked indifferently as I turned my head to look at Michael's angry expression.

Perhaps because he did not expect me to ask something like that, he frowned and fell silent momentarily.

“That's in the past. Don't you know very well whether I love you or not?” Michael's tone became solemn as he gazed into my eyes.

I know very well?

Yeah, I know very well that he doesn't love me. If he did, why would he let his father pass me a divorce agreement that he has already signed?

I was foolish enough to ask such a question now. Even though I know the answer, I still haven't given up. By asking that again, I'm just hurting myself.

“I get it,” I replied aloofly before closing my eyes and ignoring Michael.

After bathing, he wrapped a towel around my body and carried me to the bed. After venting it out for an entire night, his fury had already dissipated. The anger in his eyes was mostly gone when he looked at me.

“Does it still hurt?” asked Michael softly as he glanced at me and moved his hand to the lower half of my body.

When I felt his touch, my body stiffened. After that passionate night yesterday, my body was still sensitive and uncomfortable.

I turned my head away furiously, not wanting to respond to him.

He's asking this on purpose! Was he equally crazy when he slept with other women in the past?

“I'll help you apply some ointment.”