Chapter 178
When I heard him utter the words “go home,” my chest tightened painfully. I looked up at him in
surprise as conflicting emotions surged in my heart.
I was reluctant to get into Michael''s car. The thought of him being with another woman in the past few
days left a bitter taste in my mouth, but I was bone-tired right now and had no energy to put up a fight
with him.
After sliding into his car, I remained silent in my seat because I truly didn''t know what to talk about.
As the car sped along the road, Michael turned to look at me and asked casually, “Did you miss me?”
“Why do you even care whether or not your lover missed you? Seeing as you were having fun with a
beautiful woman the past few days.”
The corners of my mouth arched into a mocking smile as bitterness crept into my heart. Just how
greedy is this guy? He already has such an exquisite beauty by his side. Yet, he still wants me to miss
him?
Why did he even ask me that? Does he miss me?
Surprisingly, my sarcastic tone didn''t annoy Michael. His mouth curved into a charming smile as he
inched closer to me and muttered, “Who told you I was having fun with a beautiful woman? Are you
jealous, Anna?”
When his breath tickled my ear, I quickly moved away but maintained calm and expressionless. I really
didn''t know what to say to him.
“Why are you avoiding me, Anna? I''ve let you off the hook a few days ago but you''re trying to piss me
off again tonight?”
Michael straightened in his seat, the smile vanishing from his face. His gaze burned with barely
restrained anger as he stared at me.
Instead of answering his question, I changed the topic. “Did you have fun overseas in the past few
days?”
“You think I went overseas to have fun? I went there for work.”
Michael slowed the car and nced at me with furrowed brows.
“You brought your girlfriend overseas. Obviously, it was to have fun.”
Anger surged in me when I recalled that Emma had picked up the call when Michael was in the shower.
He said he went there for work? Yeah, right. More like a honeymoon.
“You''re jealous, aren''t you?” Michael asked. It would be impossible for him to not detect the jealousy in
my tone. I wanted to keep a cool head, but I just couldn''t ignore the difort in my heart.
When I heard him utter the words “go home,” my chest tightened painfully. I looked up at him in
surprise as conflicting emotions surged in my heart.
“No, I''m not!” I denied without missing a beat.
I was already pathetic enough in front of Michael. Thest thing I wanted was for my dignity to be
strippedpletely by exposing my true feelings in front of him.
But of course, Michael didn''t believe me for one second. Even a fool could see that I was jealous that
Michael had taken Emma overseas with him. “You''re still denying? I can practically smell the jealousy
in the air.”
However, there was no use in being jealous; neither did I have the right to be. Emma was his official
girlfriend, while I was a nobody.
“When do you intend to marry her?”
I lowered my head and steered the topic away. My mind was overwhelmed with thoughts about Michael
and his girlfriend. I clearly knew that asking these questions would only make me feel more miserable,
but I just couldn''t help myself.
Michael frowned impatiently because I kept asking stuff about his girlfriend. “I don''t know,” he answered
in a clipped tone, then ignored mepletely.
We arrived at Birchwood very soon. After a whole day''s work, I waspletely worn out. All I wanted
to do was curl up in bed. Even the thought of dinner didn''t interest me.
Since it was alreadyte, I assumed Michael had already eaten and would go to bed right after taking a
shower.
To my chagrin, Michael had other ideas. Just when Iy down in bed, he came in and announced
loudly, “Anna, I''m hungry.”
“It''s almost eleven. Didn''t you have dinner with your girlfriend beforeing back?”
I opened my eyes and stared at Michael, irritated by the disturbance just when I was about to fall
asleep.
“I went to see you as soon as I got off the ne. Do you think I had time to eat dinner?”
I noticed the dark look on Michael''s face, probably because I kept mentioning his girlfriend. I could
even see the simmering anger in his eyes.
But upon hearing his answer, my heart thumped violently in my chest. He came to see me right after
getting off the ne? Does that mean he didn''t even send his girlfriend home?
My heart soared, and my mood was instantly lifted.
“It''s already sote. I didn''t buy any groceries because you weren''t home these few days. So there isn''t
much left in the refrigerator.”
As I was in a better mood, my body felt more invigorated as well. Sitting up in bed, I decided to make
something for Michael, but I wascking ingredients.
“Just make something simple,” Michael replied curtly, then walked to the bed andy down directly.
The lights in the bedroom were very bright, so I could clearly discern the exhaustion lining his features.
Perhaps he was indeed working overseas in the past few days.
I shot him a nce but left the bedroom without disturbing his rest.
In the kitchen, I opened the refrigerator and found itpletely empty. Two days ago, I thought Michael
wasn''ting anymore, so after finishing all the ingredients in the refrigerator, I didn''t restock anything.
There was only two cups of instant noodles left.
Left with no choice, I boiled some water, then cooked the two cups of instant noodles. I was tired after
working the whole day. Hence, I made do with what I had on hand.
By the time I went back to the bedroom, Michael was already asleep. As I listened to his even
breathing, I observed the way the lights entuated his chiseled face.
“Michael,” I nudged him and called out softly.
Although Michael seemed sophisticated and morous as the CEO of arge corporation, no one
knew all the blood, sweat, and tears he poured into achieving this sess. People tend to forget that
he was also a human who got tired and needed to work hard like everyone else.
“Mm,” Michael responded softly before opening his bleary eyes.
I felt slightly pained to see him this tired. I initially thought he took his girlfriend overseas for a vacation,
but it seemed like he really went there for work.
We went to the dining room together. Upon seeing nothing on the table besides the two cups of instant
noodles, Michael''s brows drew together.
“Anna, is this the dinner you prepared for me? Junk food?” ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .
Michael eyed me with suspicion, as though he couldn''t believe that his dinner was a cup of instant
noodles.
“There were only two cups of instant noodles left. And it''s already past midnight now, so all the
restaurants are closed.”
I looked at Michael awkwardly. Of course, I wanted to prepare a delicious meal to reward him for his
hard work, but I had nothing to work with, so this was the best I could do.