After Marrying My Boss

Chapter 202

I felt touched knowing that she had probably kept rejecting Yuval because of me. It was clear that I was more important to her.

However, I had always regarded him as a friend. As a result, I did not feel uncomfortable that he was wooing Natalie.

I held her hand and looked into her eyes as I said, “Nat, Yuval's a good man. If you have feelings for him, date him. I won't mind.”

She had probably not expected me to say that because she looked at me in surprise and was stunned by my words.

“Anna, you...”

“You're my best friend, so I do hope that you'll find your own happiness. Also, I don't have any feelings for him. We only got together because we seemed good together, but we don't have feelings for each other. So, you don't have to miss out on a good man because of me.”

Indeed, he was quite a good man who was both attentive and considerate. Back then, I broke up with him without giving him a reason and still felt guilty about it. Thus, if they genuinely liked each other, I hoped they could be together.

She was surprised as she probably did not expect that I would not care at all. Then, she widened her eyes and looked at me in disbelief.

“Do you really have no feelings for him? At the end of the day, he's still your ex. Thus, I kept thinking

that it'd be very awkward if we got together.”

Although she did not admit her feelings for him, I could tell from that sentence that she had a dilemma.

Thus, I replied, “I really don't mind. Anyway, we were only together for over two months, and we didn't do anything that crossed the line. So, you don't need to feel so awkward about it.”

I then smiled at her. After all, if my best friend could find a man who loved her, I would be elated instead of feeling uncomfortable.

“But I still don't know how I feel about him. This just came all too suddenly, and I don't know how to react.”

Ever since she was betrayed by that scumbag, John, she no longer dared to step into a new relationship just like that. She was afraid it would turn out the same as the last time.

“Then we'll talk when you've figured out how you feel about him.”

Only she could decide for herself whether she wanted to be with him. Thus, I would not interfere in their relationship.

After chatting for a while more, I then left because I had to rush back to prepare dinner. Although I was already very tired then, Michael was a very picky man. But recently, he toned down a little since he knew I was down in the dumps.

However, I seemed to be down on my luck recently. Soon after I walked out of Natalie's house, a car

behind me kept honking at me.

Irritated, I turned around. It was not a car that I recognized. Thus, I turned and left, not wanting to care about it.

I merely took a few steps before a man's voice rang out from behind. “Ms. Garcia, our miss would like to speak to you.”

Ms. Garcia? Is he calling me?

Pausing in my footsteps, I turned to look at the man suspiciously. He appeared to be around thirty or forty and was wearing a black suit. The man was probably a chauffeur or a bodyguard.

“And who is that? I'm sorry, but I don't think I know her.”

I neither knew any important women nor wanted to cause any trouble; all I wanted then was to hurry back.

“Ms. Garcia, get in the car, and you'll know who she is.” Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Seeing as I was about to leave, he stood in front of me to block my way.

Clearly there with unkind intentions, I frowned and said coldly, “What are you doing? I want to go home now!”

“She's waiting in the car for you. Please don't make me use force!”

Nevertheless, my cold reply did not bother him at all. His expression was equally cold, and it looked as though he had no intention to let me go.

As the man was tall and big, I would not be able to run if he used force on me. Thus, I felt somewhat scared then, for I had no other choice.

Glancing at the car not far away, I felt angry. Okay, let's see what kind of lady she is. Hmph! The nerve of that man! I can't believe a man would want to use force against me, a woman!

I then strode toward the pure black Cadillac. When I was at the backseat window, it rolled down slowly to reveal Emma's delicate face.

I felt a little surprised seeing that it was her. However, I also knew that nothing good would come out of her finding me.

“Ms. Jones, what do you mean by this?”

Since she wanted to see me, it would not be for anything good. Naturally, I did not have to be polite either.

“Get in. We'll talk inside.”

She then frowned slightly and looked at me as though she was way superior.

“It's fine. Just tell me why you're looking for me. If there's nothing, then please excuse me as I still have something else to do.”

Ever since I met Emma the previous time, I knew she was hostile toward me. I had always been a person who drew a clear line between whom or what to love and hate. Thus, since she did not like me, I felt the same for her.

“I have something to tell you, so get in the car. After all, you wouldn't want the people to know about your relationship with Michael, right?”

Emma gave me a side-eye glance and used Michael and my relationship against me.

I hated it when others threatened me—the first person being Michael himself, and now, Emma.

Although I stared into her eyes coldly, I eventually compromised after a while. After all, I could not ignore my reputation.

Thus, I walked around the car and entered, sitting beside her.

“Speak. What's up?”

“Ms. Garcia, we had a very unpleasant conversation the last time. I thought about it carefully when I got home, and I think maybe I wasn't sincere enough; that's why you got angry. So, I came here today with a lot of sincerity.”

Her tone was gentle and pleasant. However, she was wearing a haughty expression right in front of me.

Perhaps it was because she was rich since young. Thus, although she looked polite enough on the surface, deep down, I knew she looked down on a mere country girl like me.

“What do you mean? I don't think we have anything to talk about.”

The last time she looked for me, it was nothing more than to talk about Michael. Hence, I felt like our meeting today probably had to do with Michael again.

“I heard that your brother lost money while gambling and someone broke his legs? The treatment should've cost a lot, and the follow-up rehab is probably not that cheap either.”