“So what are you going to do about it even if you knew?”
Michael frowned and directed his cold glare at me.
He had been acting indifferent towards me since yesterday. I assumed it was because he had a girlfriend. It looked like I needed to end this relationship even though it hurts me to do so.
“I think we should end our relationship. I assume you have no further need for me since you have a girlfriend now to help fulfill your desire.”
I suppressed my anger but couldn’t keep out the indifference from my tone.
Why doesn’t he tell me directly that he doesn’t need me anymore since he has a girlfriend now? What’s the point of keeping quiet and merely gave a brooding look?
“You came looking for me to tell me this?”
He stood up as his face turned darker and walked towards me.
He stopped in front of me and looked down at me.
The rage burning in his eyes pressured me to shift my gaze. Yet, I forced myself to maintain eye contact with him. I shouldn’t feel guilty because I had done nothing wrong.
“Yes, that is why I came looking for you. I think you should be loyal to your girlfriend. You’re disrespecting her by sleeping with me.”
I calmly stared Michael down.
“Loyal? Anna, are you joking?” Michael merely sneered.
His sardonic gaze made me feel disturbed. I had no idea what he was thinking.
“What do you want then? You already have a girlfriend now, so we should just end our relationship.”
My temper was spiking at that point. Does he plan to continue our relationship? Is he not worried about his girlfriend finding out at all?
“I don’t intend to end our relationship because I think sex with you is better than sex with Emma.”
Anger rushed through me as I couldn’t believe such shameful words would come out of his mouth.
He still doesn’t want to let me go despite having a girlfriend. What have I ever done to him for him to treat me this way?
“Michael, you’re crossing the line. I agreed to be your lover on the condition of you being single. If you continue this relationship with me despite having a girlfriend, I would be the mistress.”
It was not something I could accept. I despised being the third person in a relationship.
“You’re not considered a mistress if I’m not married. So our relationship will end the day I get married.”
He stated indifferently with a deadpan expression.
So our relationship will end on his wedding day? Is he expecting me to look at him as he gets married to another girl?
How could he so be heartless?
I was rooted in place with both of my hands balled into fists by my sides. My nails were digging into my palms, yet I didn’t feel the pain because my hatred towards Michael had consumed me.
“Let’s go. It has been two days since I slept with you.”
He didn’t care about my feelings. He merely reached for my hand and approached me.
I struggled to release my hand from his grasp while glaring at him. I loathed his touch.
His forehead creased as he looked at me glumly. I guessed he had never encountered a woman who would deny him.
I was furious and anxious due to his penetrating gaze. I merely stared at him silently and left without a word.
I was planning to take the subway home, but he stopped his car at the entrance directly in front of me.
“Get in!”
He didn’t sound angry anymore, but I knew he was still angry.
“Mr. Shaw, we’re not in Birchwood right now. You said we’re strangers once we left the house.”
I don’t want to be alone with him right now, so I reiterated what he had said to me the other day. I feel sad every time I think about him having a girlfriend.
“Anna!”
Michael glowered at me with gritted teeth. His face turned even darker. It was a sign that he was about to blow up.
I avoided looking at him and instead took him as a stranger. Didn’t he say he didn’t know me in front of his girlfriend that day? So it makes sense for me not to know him now.
“Sorry, I need to take the subway.”
After a glimpse at Michael, I walked away, not giving him a chance to speak.
After a few steps, a loud and piercing honk sounded from behind.
He was hitting the honk forcefully, inciting a piercing sound, making me frown. I blatantly ignored him, unwilling to spare him another glance.
I don’t want to return to Birchwood at this moment. But I don’t have anywhere else to go.
I was pacing at the entrance of Birchwood, unwilling to enter. But as the day turned dark, I entered resignedly.
The first view that welcomed me as I opened the door was Michael sitting cross-legged, reading a book on the couch in the living room.
He said nothing when he saw me. His face was impassive.
I didn’t want to talk to him either. I headed straight for the kitchen after I set my bag down.
I didn’t know what got into me but I only prepared dinner for myself and nothing for him that night.
As I prepared to eat, he set his book down and walked towards me.
I ignored him. I have nothing to say to him. I wanted to leave this place so badly every time the thoughts of his girlfriend crossed my mind.
“Where’s mine?”
He took a seat opposite of me with a frown on his face.
“What?”
I feigned ignorance and continued eating.
“My dinner. Do you expect me to look at you as you eat?”
