After Marrying My Boss

Chapter 325

“You're still unwilling to call me that? It looks like you're not in the mood yet. I've got to work harder.”

“You're such a jerk, Michael!” Argh! He's truly cunning to utilize a natural physiological need to force my hand! I was already so frantic that I was on the verge of bursting into tears.

“Call me 'Hubby,' and I'll satisfy you. Hurry up...”

At that exact moment, Michael murmured beside my ear again, enticing me.

I shot daggers at him, not in the least bit willing to capitulate. However, I knew that he would never satisfy me if I didn't give in.

“If you continue keeping silent, I'm going to fasten my pants.”

Michael seemed to be surprisingly patient that day, not at all testy even when I stayed silent. He stood up and started straightening his clothes, making it evident that he wasn't planning to satisfy me anymore.

“Hubby...”

In the end, I yielded and called out the endearment he wanted to hear, making me rather hate myself then. Ugh! I've actually caved in just to have him satisfy me! How aggravating!

Having not expected me to abruptly change my mind, Michael was stunned for a moment when my words fell. In the next second, delight manifested in his jet-black eyes.

“I didn't hear you earlier. Repeat that, please.”

Michael's bewitchingly sensual and deep voice drifted into my ears, tinged with a hint of excitement.

“Hubby.”

Screwing my eyes shut, I steeled my resolve and immediately called him “Hubby” once more. I've already said it just now, so repeating it makes no difference!

“Ouch!”

“Is it that pleasurable that you're so loud?”

“Do you have no shame when saying such things, Michael?”

“Of course! If you want to hear it, I can say it anytime and anywhere. What would you like to hear?”

Despite knowing full well that I was deriding him, Michael wasn't the least bit angry. Instead, he eyed me wickedly.

In response, I threw him a sharp glare. I've never won an argument with him, so I'd be better served to close my eyes and luxuriate in bliss instead of having a verbal battle with him!

Thus, I closed my eyes and stopped looking at him.

Only after we were done did I open my eyes. Nonetheless, I didn't want to look at him. As such, I turned my gaze away and ignored him.

As soon as my gaze fell on Michael's arm, panic assailed me, for I saw blood seeping out of his injured arm.

I struggled to sit up, distress suffusing me at the sight of the gauze that had been dyed red. “Your wound is bleeding!”

I wonder if his wound is bleeding because he carried me upstairs earlier or because he was too vigorous just now and pulled his stitches.

“It's nothing,” Michael replied airily, not a hint of pain to be seen on his face.

Whoa! I'm getting impressed by his high pain tolerance. It's such a long gash, yet he claims that it doesn't hurt!

“It's already bleeding, yet you say that it doesn't hurt? Let's go to the hospital and have your wound rebandaged!”

Although he claimed that he was fine, I was exceedingly worried. His injury had been bothering me, and I would rather suffer the injury in his stead.

“Don't you need to rest for a bit?”

Michael arched an eyebrow at my frantic expression, the words out of his mouth carrying an implicit meaning.

I didn't understand what he meant at first, but when I followed his gaze, my face inevitably flushed

bright red again.

Michael shot his load in me earlier, and the sticky feeling made me extremely uncomfortable. I usually took a bath after our horizontal tango, but I forgot about it that day because of his injury.

“I'll go and take a shower. I'll be out in a jiffy.”

Getting to my feet, I headed to the bathroom barefooted. Distraught over his wound bleeding once more, I didn't dare tarry.

“I'll give you a hand.”

When I walked past Michael, he grabbed my wrist and whispered that suggestively.

At once, my face flamed. Shooting him a glare, I swiftly strode into the bathroom. I didn't lock the door, so he came in behind me.

I filled the bathtub with water. Due to the wound on my neck, I couldn't use the showerhead and could only take a bath.

After stripping, I went into the bathtub. Michael's gaze roamed all over me. He had an even clearer view of me than when we were in bed since there wasn't a shred of clothing on me at that moment. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.