After Marrying My Boss

Chapter 259

“Yes. This is all my fault. However, I only did what I did because I know Michael and I will never stay together. I didn't want too many people to know that we've been in a relationship. This was also the reason why I can't accept your feeling.”

Ronan's genuine affection for me made me feel the need to explain everything to him clearly. Even though my feelings toward Michael had receded, I could never agree to get together with Ronan, for I was once Michael's lover.

“Enough. You don't need to explain anymore. Everything is finally clear to me after so long. At the very least, I don't need to be deceived by you two like a fool anymore.”

Before I could explain further, he cut me off. At that moment, I reckoned that my words would not make any difference as they could never negate the damage I dealt him.

The woman he loved was his cousin's lover. He must think of me as revolting and despicable.

Ronan gazed at me with a bitter smile before he turned and stalked away wordlessly. Watching his retreating figure, I could vaguely sense his devastation.

Never had I expected things to turn out this way. Aside from the anguish that I felt from losing Michael, I was also swamped with guilt from the way things turned out between me and Ronan.

Ronan had treated me earnestly and did a lot for me. On the contrary, I acted selfishly and hurt him.

I thought that maybe a woman like me would never get to have a happy ending.

Distressed, I returned home feeling enervated. It should have been a great day after learning that my child was developing healthily. Unfortunately, Emma's appearance had ruined it all.

For the next few days, I never stepped foot out of my house. Even when I had the urge to call Ronan sometimes, I would tamp those urges down.

As things had aggravated to such a degree, I could never ask Ronan to forgive me. Of course, I wished for his forgiveness, but I was too ashamed to call.

While I was brooding alone in the living room, a knock suddenly came from the door, pulling me back to my senses. Immediately, I directed my gaze at it.

I rarely had visitors. In addition, I had become vigilant after my house was destroyed last time. Hence, I peeped through the door viewer to ensure my safety. Upon seeing Michael standing outside, I was startled. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

What is he doing here? He has not come here for a long time. Plus, he's going to get married soon. More the reason he shouldn't be here.

“Anna. Open the door!” Michael demanded impatiently and rang the doorbell incessantly when he saw that the door had yet to open after some time.

I stood at the entrance and hesitated for a moment. In the end, I decided to open the door.

Before I could even look at Michael's face, he pulled me into his arms abruptly.

Surprised, I froze. My mind stopped me from pushing Michael away as his embrace was what I longed for all this time.

“Michael, what are you doing here?”

Although my heart was fluttering as I nestled in Michael's embrace, I forced my voice to sound calm. I was becoming more and more confused about the state of our relationship.

“Don't move,” he demanded when I tried to push him away.

I caught a whiff of alcohol from him as he spoke.

Immediately, I ceased resisting. “Are you drunk?” I scowled and questioned with faint brusqueness.

I rarely see Michael getting so drunk, even at socializing events, as his alcohol tolerance was good. I reckoned that something must have happened for him to get drunk and come to my place.

Michael did not answer my inquiry. Instead, he tightened his hold with his strong arms, as though he was trying to meld me into him.

Although I feel suffocated, I did not struggle and simply allowed him to do as he wished.

After a long time, Michael finally released me. He straightened and lowered his head to gaze at me. Upon seeing his face, I was shocked.

The corner of his mouth was bruised, and his left cheek was swollen, as though he was beaten up by someone.

“What happened to your face? Did someone hit you?”

Over the years that I had known Michael, I had never seen him getting injured. His miserable state got my heart wrenching in pain.

Who's daring enough to assault Michael? Puzzled, I never expected anyone to be dauntless enough to hurt him.

Probably thinking that he looked pathetic, he turned his head away, wiped the corner of his mouth, and calmly claimed, “I'm fine.”

I could tell he found the injury on his face shameful, thus unwilling to share.

Knowing that he was concerned about his dignity, I did not probe any further. Instantly, the atmosphere got awkward from the lengthy silence.

Michael then walked past me and entered my living room. As I found it inappropriate for us to meet alone, I did not close the door as I followed him.

His movement was unsteady because of the tipsiness. I wanted to help him, but I deliberately suppressed the urge to.

When we walked to the couch, Michael abruptly stopped. Before I could respond, he turned around, pushed me down onto the couch, and pinned me down.

Startled, I immediately averted my gaze when they met with his. I was afraid that I might act rashly if I

gazed at him any longer.

“Michael, what are you doing? Get off me now.”

I pushed at him forcefully, trying to get him off my body as his weight might harm the baby in my belly.

Despite my struggles, he did not budge and kept pressing down on me like a huge boulder. He stared at me intently for a moment before he questioned, “What is your relationship with Ronan? Do you fancy him?”

Although his words were slurred, I could grasp the desperation from his tone.

I frowned upon hearing his question, fury surging through me. Is this the reason why he came to see me? To ask about my relationship with Ronan? Is he suspicious of our relationship?

“No. We're just friends,” I answered coldly as I looked into his eyes.