After Marrying My Boss

Chapter 323

Noticing that Michael seemed a tad angry, I knew that he didn't want me to speak about that anymore.

He has never blamed me, and the guilt within me is entirely my problem.

I lowered my head without saying anything further. Nevertheless, I still felt uneasy. Recalling everything that had happened recently, I was troubled and felt as though I really was a jinx. A lot of things happened to him ever since he got acquainted with me.

“Michael—”

At long last, I still couldn't resist opening my mouth to speak. But before I had even finished speaking, I sensed a warm sensation on my lips. Without me realizing it, Michael had already captured my lips.

My eyes widened in astonishment, and my heart pounded wildly. At that moment, I had all but forgotten what I wanted to say.

Michael's handsome face was mere inches away from me, and I felt as though I was being drawn into his jet-black eyes as I stared into them.

Michael only wanted to shut me up, so the kiss wasn't the slightest bit passionate. Still, my heart hammered wildly.

I've been with him for such a long time, yet I still can't help feeling nervous every time he draws close to me. People say that one will get accustomed as time passes and grow sick of the other person, but the feeling he gives me is different every single time. It makes me addicted.

A long time passed before Michael finally let me go. He opened his eyes and looked at me. “Listen here carefully, Anna. You only need to stay by my side obediently. No matter what happens, let me resolve it.”

His words sounded like an order, so domineering that it left no room for demurral. However, it was precisely his unquestionable tone that made me fall even deeper for him.

I'd be lying if I were to claim that I'm not moved. In all my years, no one has ever sacrificed so much for me or shielded me behind him no matter what happens.

“Thank you, Michael.”

My nose stung, and my eyes grew burned. Yet, I curved my lips into a smile as I gazed at him.

“In the future, you're not allowed to call me by my name anymore!”

I thought Michael would hug me and cuddle me upon hearing that as he did in the past. Unexpectedly, he didn't do that. He eyed me in disgruntlement instead.

“Why? How am I going to address you if not by name?”

Truly, his remark bewildered me.

I've been calling him by name all along, and he never corrected me. What's wrong with him today that he's suddenly dissatisfied with my address of him? Sure enough, men's thoughts are unfathomable.

“Of course, you're to call me 'Hubby.' Why would you still be calling me by name when you're now my wife?”

Michael smirked devilishly. While he spoke, he deliberately drew close to me, so much so that I could even sense the beguiling aura he exuded.

Upon hearing that, my face instantly flushed bright red. I regarded him in embarrassment, for I had never called anyone “Hubby” in the twenty over years of my life.

“Our wedding is still half-done, so I'm not your wife yet.”

It wasn't that I didn't want to address him thus, but I was feeling shy. I had been calling him by name all this while, so it felt awkward to change my address of him suddenly.

“Must you ruin the mood at such a time, Anna? Regardless of whether our wedding today went smoothly, you're my woman for all our lives! As such, you'll have to change your address of me sooner or later!”

Michael glowered at me. His words were extremely overbearing, but I loved hearing them.

I felt intoxicated and wanted to laugh, but I stifled the urge. Then, I averted my face and deliberately ignored him.

“In that case, I'll wait until our wedding has concluded before doing so.”

Blushing, I looked away. Never had I been that mortified before him.

“No way! I want to hear it now, so hurry up and spit it out,” Michael demanded adamantly, frowning in vexation.

“Nope,” I declined resolutely without an ounce of hesitation.

Gah! Just the mere thought of calling him “Hubby” out of the blue feels really embarrassing! All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

“You're certain?”

Michael's eyes narrowed a fraction, and a wicked smile danced in his eyes.

“I'm certain,” I stated, though puzzled as to his intention right then.

“Okay! I'll have you call me 'Hubby' willingly today.”

Michael's lips curved into a beguiling arc that seemed a touch devilish. For some inexplicable reason, a sense of foreboding rose within me as I wondered what he wanted to do.

I eyed him in mystification. Just when I was going to inquire about it, he started the car.

Hence, I could only suppress the bemusement within me. Well, he never fights any battle he can't win, so he must have a way to have me change my address of him after having said as much.

We then went back to Michael's mansion. Although the wedding was only half-done that day, the room there had been readied long ago.

The car gradually came to a stop. Before I could alight from the car, Michael went over to the

passenger seat and opened the door for me. Flashing him a smile, I was just about to thank him when he promptly scooped me up.

Jolting, I hastily wrapped my arms around his neck. I then remembered that his arm was injured, yet he simply carried me. All at once, worry pervaded me. “Hurry up and put me down, Michael! Your arm is injured!”

I saw the depth of his wound myself when it was being sutured and witnessed the blood gushing out! It must still hurt badly right now. Despite that, he still brazenly carried me! Is he not afraid that the wound will open? What is he thinking!

“I'm not that delicate.”

Knowing that I was concerned about him, the corners of Michael's mouth tilted into an alluring arc. However, he didn't listen to me and put me down. Instead, he headed upstairs with me in his arms.

In the past, I would have struggled to get down. But this time, I remained still in his arms, not daring to even twitch a single muscle in fear that I would bump his wound.

Strangely, Michael appeared all the more thrilled by my compliance. Soon, he carried me to the bedroom upstairs. As I was pregnant then, he was very gentle with me.

I thought he didn't allow me to walk by myself because he was worried about the wound at my neck. I then wanted to sit up to check whether the wound on his arm opened, but he pinned me down at that precise moment.

His solid body covered mine, but he surprisingly didn't put any weight on my stomach. Of course, I

knew that he was also afraid of hurting our child.

“What are you doing, Michael?”