Chapter 155


    I bustled around in the kitchen. Although it was really exhausting to cook dinner for Michael after


    working for the entire day, I found it absolutely worthwhile at that very moment.


    In all honesty, he had truly helped me too much in matters pertaining to my family. Regardless of


    whether he had any ulterior motives, the fact remained that he had lent me a hand at my lowest.


    As I stood before the stove, stirring the soup, a smile unwittingly broke out across my face.


    At some time, a pair of massive hands suddenly mped around my waist. Michael''s warm breaths


    tickled my neck as he rested his chin against my shoulder.


    “What are you doing, Michael? I''m cooking here.”


    However, Michael merely hugged me wordlessly without taking things further. It was the first time he


    was affectionate with me without any sexual intent. All at once, an inexplicable feeling spread through


    me.


    “It suddenly urred to me that we''ve never done it in the kitchen despite having been acquainted for


    such a long time. How about we try it tonight?”


    All of a sudden, Michael''s voice turned roguish after I had spoken. His gaze was sensual, while his


    words were depraved and shameless. Ugh! Is sex all he thinks about every second of every day?


    Doesn''t he have better things to dwell upon?


    I was truly bbergasted at his train of thoughts. Nheless, I didn''t darement on it to his face as


    the memory of how he tormented me until the wee hours when he was pissed offst night was still


    vivid in my mind.


    “Stop messing around, Michael! The soup is going to boil over!”


    His words just now caused panic to strike me, and I couldn''t help musing, Is he for real? Don''t tell me


    he really wants to do the deed in the kitchen? His imagination is really boundless...


    Michael merely ignored me, his gigantic hands roaming up and down my body. At that turn of events,


    my heart skipped a beat. Good heavens! He''s serious...


    Bubble, bubble... As the sound of the soup boiling rang out, I nced at the pot of soup that had


    started bubbling. “Stop it, Michael! It''s very dangerous here in the kitchen!” I chastised urgently.


    “What a spoilsport!”


    Dropping his hands from me in a huff, Michael spun around and strode toward the dining table. His


    handsome countenance darkened as though he was offended by my suggestion.


    Unfortunately, I couldn''t be bothered about that right then. My only concern at the moment was to


    escape the imminent torture. I was still feeling the aftereffects of his frenzyst night, so I wasn''t in the


    mood to y any more sensual games with him tonight. Instead, I merely wanted to have a good


    night''s sleep.


    Later, I carried four simple dishes and a soup to the dining room. Michael buried his head in the food


    without sparing me a single nce as though it was an entirely different man who flirted with me in the


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    Hah! So what if he doesn''t want to talk to me? That''s even better since I don''t feel like talking to him


    either. Anyhow, he''ll only speak of sex!


    When I cleared the dining table after dinner, he had already retreated to the bedroom for a shower.


    Wearily massaging my shoulder, I made my way to the bedroom as well. I was nning to go to bed


    after taking a shower.


    The instant Michael stepped out of the bathroom, I glimpsed a shirt in his hand. It was the shirt he wore


    when he was hammered that night.


    As soon as I spotted the white shirt, my expression stiffened. I again recalled the lipstick stain on the


    cor.


    “I haven''t had the time to send the shirt for dry cleaning, but I''ll do it tomorrow.”


    At present, I wasn''t just his lover in this house, for I had also taken up the duties of a housekeeper.


    Doingundry and cooking were all my responsibilities now that I was even in awe of myself.


    “Wear a lipstick of a different color next time. This color looks awful,” Michael noted evenly, pointing at


    the lipstick stain on the cor.


    “Mr. Shaw, I don''t have a lipstick in that color,” I retorted indifferently as I lifted my head and met his


    gaze head-on.


    Frankly speaking, the distinct rose-colored lipstick stain stung my eyes.


    Don''t tell me he thinks that it was me who left the lipstick stain on his cor? When did he ever see me


    wearing lipstick of that color?


    “It wasn''t you?” Michael regarded me in surprise upon hearing that, his gaze skeptical. “Who could it be


    if not you?”


    I found his expression at the moment rather ludicrous.


    Pfft... He doesn''t know who left the lipstick stain on him, and he''s asking me that? Isn''t that absolutely


    ridiculous? Or are there a boatload of women around him that he can''t even remember who left it?


    “You should know the answer best, Mr. Shaw, so it''s not me you should be asking.”


    I stared at him with a cold expression on my face, my voice stained with displeasure.


    “What''s your problem, Anna?”


    Michael eyed me with a frown, his gaze radiating irritation and his voice colored with rage.


    “Nothing at all. I''m going to take a shower and go to bed. If you want to know who left the lipstick stain,


    just gather all your women and kiss them one by one.”


    Looking at him derisively, I stifled the aggravation within me and stalked into the bathroom after moving


    around him.


    “Anna Garcia!”


    When Michael roared my name, I had already mmed the bathroom door shut.


    As I showered, the lipstick stain on his cor shed across my mind once more, putting me in an even


    fouler mood. While he wanted to know who left that, I was actually even more curious than him.


    I took a long time in the bathroom before I finally went out. When I stepped out, Michael was already


    sprawled on the bed. After blow-drying my hair, I walked over to the other side of the bed andy down.


    “Are you jealous, Anna?”


    I thought Michael was asleep since his eyes were closed, but his voice then drifted into my ears. He


    sounded calm and bereft of all emotion.


    Hearing that, my heart lurched, and my gaze snapped to him in a panic. I didn''t expect him to have


    discerned my feelings so easily.


    “You''re reading too much into things. Do I even have the right to be jealous, considering the nature of


    our rtionship?”


    Nevertheless, I would never admit it to him. His cardinal rule was for me to never harbor any feelings


    for him, so he would definitely know that I had fallen for him and suspect me if I ever admitted to being


    jealous.


    “What was with the furious expression just now if you''re not jealous?”


    He turned to look at me. A hint of disappointment showed in his gaze, but his voice remained


    impassionate.


    “Well, I just think that you could''ve told me if you have another woman out there and have lost interest


    in me. Let''s not waste each other''s youth.”


    If he really had another woman out there, my only thought right then was to end my rtionship with


    him. I couldn''t ept him taking the time to do the deed with another woman while being intimate with


    me.


    “Do you think that I, Michael Shaw, am such a libertine that any woman would do for me?”