He had never done anything even close to picking me up from work when we were friends with
benefits. Back then, he practically ran away when he saw me in public, so why did he suddenly change
his style? It was as though he was trying to make sure everyone saw him. Our past together made me
think he had an ulterior motive.
“Do you honestly think I'd buy that lie? I know you, Michael, and you will never do anything that does
not benefit you. Did you drop by today to mislead everyone in the company and make it so they don't
trust me?”
After fuming for so long, I finally dealt with my anger and calmed myself down. That allowed me to
interrogate him calmly while looking at him.
He frowned a little upon hearing how I exposed his plans so directly. He didn't explain himself, nor did
he admit to anything.
His attention remained on the road, and it was as though he had never heard what I said.
Soon, I realized that the road we were traveling down was not the one heading to my apartment. It was
leading to Birchwood.
We just spent a night there last night, and he was taking me there again... I instantly panicked and felt
humiliated.
“Take me back to my apartment.”
I made sure my tone was icy when I spat those words at him.
I didn't want to argue with him or discuss the matter with him. All I wanted was for him to be as far
away from me as possible.
“Have you forgotten what you promised this morning?”
Michael didn't make a U-turn. Instead, he kept reminding me of the promise I made that morning.
“I remember it well, but you made a promise, too. You said you'd give me enough time to rest and
recuperate. I'm exhausted today, so I want to go home. No one will be playing with you tonight.”
“I won't force you to do anything tonight, so you can rest well.”
He didn't take me to my apartment as I had requested. His tone was as nonchalant as ever, but it was
clear that the matter was not negotiable.
The car never slowed down. It was moving as quickly as it had been. I had no intention of going to
Birchwood with Michael, but I knew him and his aggressive style too well. He wouldn't let me reject
him.
Still, he had already promised to be good at night and wouldn't force my hand. That meant I would be
able to rest well, so there was no reason for me to worry.
As soon as we reached our place in Birchwood, I went to take a shower, then prepare to go to bed.
He had never done anything even close to picking me up from work when we were friends with
benefits. Back then, he practically ran away when he saw me in public, so why did he suddenly change
his style? It was as though he was trying to make sure everyone saw him. Our past together made me
think he had an ulterior motive.
I wasn't actually that tired, but I didn't want to deal with Michael.
After showering, I crawled up to my bed right away. Michael was nowhere to be seen when I exited the
washroom, and the place was quiet. Is he gone?
I went to the living room to check. That was when I realized that he was truly gone, and I jumped in
excitement.
Unfortunately, my stomach grumbled at that moment. It had been a while since anyone stayed there,
so there was no food.
I truly regretted skipping lunch at that moment. My terrible mood had killed my appetite, so I didn't have
anything for lunch. Hence, it had been a whole day since I last ate, and I was famished.
I made my way back to the bedroom to force myself to sleep. Only then would I be able to ignore the
hunger in me.
There was actually a restaurant nearby, but I was too lazy to head over.
I kept resting on my bed, but I found myself wide awake as my hunger became worse and worse.
I sighed in exasperation and tossed and turned on the bed.
That was when I heard the door unlocking. Anxiety filled me once more. Has Michael returned?
I exited the bedroom, and as suspected, I saw him there with some takeaway supper.
My stomach growled in protest as soon as my eyes saw the food Michael was holding. At that moment,
I felt so embarrassed that I could die.
He calmly shot a look at me when he saw me standing by the door. “Come and eat up before you go to
bed.”
Since he extended the invitation, there was no reason for me to hold back. I jogged over.
There was no need to be courteous to him. After all, he had done heinous things to me over the past
few days, so he was lucky the only thing he had to pay for was a meal.
The meal was meant to be supper, but it was more scrumptious than I expected. I guessed I was too
hungry because I ended up eating more than he did.
Michael's eyes shone with a strange glow when he saw how I had finished my supper that quickly.
Perhaps he never expected me to be that much of a glutton.
I shifted my gaze shyly when I sensed his gaze on me. It was too embarrassing to look into his eyes at
that moment. It was culturally inappropriate for a woman to chow down like that in front of a man, after
all.
“I'm full, so I'll head back to my room now.”
After saying all that, I rushed back into the bedroom and closed the door.
An emotion too complex for words crept up on me as I rested on that bed and in that familiar room.
I closed my eyes to force myself to go to sleep, but my mind kept thinking about Michael. That
frustrated me so much that I buried my head under the blanket.
I didn't know when he entered the room, but he mercilessly pulled the blanket off my head. His beautiful
brows were crumpled up to form a frown on his head.
“Are you trying to suffocate yourself?”
“I can sleep however I like, and it's none of your business.”
All I could think about was him, and it felt as though the more I wanted to keep him out of my mind, the
more he showed up. That frustrated me even more.
“Did you just say that it is none of my business? Anna Garcia, you truly have become gutsier and
gutsier. Why do you keep talking to me in that tone?”
Perhaps my tone really was too harsh, because he was getting angry as well.
“I've always been that gutsy. Haven't you always known that?”
I glared over angrily because it felt as though he was just there to pick a fight.
After I returned to the country, the two of us began arguing every time we saw each other.
“I guess you still need more training. I've been too nice to you lately, and your temper is getting out of
control. Things will be bad if you keep progressing this way.”
His stunning brows raised a little, and his tone was ambiguous.
Before I could react to anything, he took his shoes off and crawled onto the bed.
My heart thumped with fear when I saw him there, and I stared on nervously.
“W-What are you doing?”
When we were on the way over, that guy promised me that he would behave that night and would let
me rest. Is he going to go back on his words now?
“What do you think I'm doing? You were gone for a year and returned much feistier. I guess I will have
to spend a lot of time training you to be a sophisticated lady.”
His handsome face slowly got closer to me, and I could actually feel his warm breath on me when he
said that last sentence.
My heart was thumping fast with anxiety burning. I wasn't sure what he was going to do because he
made a promise earlier. That was why I was holding on to that shred of hope.
“I will never turn into a lady like that. If that is what you want, then you should go to someone else.
Don't bother wasting your time on me.”
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