Chapter 277

Chapter 277 Do You Enjoy Being Tormented

Staring at the furniture in the hall, I knew any single item would easily cost tens of thousands. Hence, I really didn’t know how to answer her.

“Mrs. Shaw, I know that it’s difficult for me to change how you see me, but I’m really not doing this for the money. My feelings for Michael are true. Why won’t you believe me?”

I was getting anxious. No matter how I explained myself, she just wouldn’t trust me at all.

“I won’t believe a single word of yours, Ms. Garcia. If you know what’s good for you, I’m sure you know what to do. If you insist on staying by Michael’s side, you should prepare to pay the price.”

Ignoring my explanations, she turned and stormed out at once.

I froze on the spot, and my heart was filled with misery. The purpose of Josephine’s visit was to make her stand clear to me that she would never accept me no matter what I did.

Although she had left the house, it didn’t make me feel any better.

I was too naïve to think that Michael and I could live happily together. With Josephine’s objection to our relationship, I supposed Michael would be stressed out as well.

I sat in the living room. The joy I felt previously was nowhere to be found. Instead, my mind was filled with Josephine’s warning. At that moment, I was terrified at the prospect that I couldn’t really be together with him.

Just when I was imagining the worst, my phone suddenly rang. When I saw that it was Natalie on the line, I figured she must have found out about what happened the day before.

“Anna, you were amazing yesterday!”

Just as expected, the first thing Natalie talked about was my brazen actions.

If Natalie had called before Josephine’s visit, I would have related everything to her. However, I was no longer in the mood to do so.

“Natalie, do you think I have made a mistake? Am I being too selfish?”

Josephine’s appearance had caused my conviction to waver. After all, I had ruined Michael’s wedding, caused the Shaw family to lose fifty million, and broken up their partnership with the Jones family. In summary, my actions resulted in huge losses for the Shaws.

I was no longer sure if my actions were right. Given the huge number of people who objected to our relationship, I began to wonder if I had made a wrong decision.

“What are you talking about? You love Michael very much. It’s great that both of you get together. Besides, you are carrying his child. Even if it’s all about giving the child a proper family, I still think you have made the right decision.”

Natalie was obviously concerned when she heard my words. Perhaps she had sensed the uneasiness in my tone.

At the mention of my child, I began to calm down. I knew I had to persevere for the sake of giving it a proper family.

Holding the phone in silence, I didn’t know what to say; I was still in a dilemma.

Seeing that I didn’t respond, Natalie questioned me anxiously, “Did something happen? Is Michael not taking responsibility?”

The moment she shifted the subject to Michael, I clarified immediately, “No, Michael has agreed to marry me. He is not shirking from his responsibility.”

Michael had been spoiling me non-stop since the day before, causing me to be filled with joy. However, Josephine’s objection unnerved me as she was his mother after all. I was really worried that he would change his mind because of her.

“Since Michael has declared that he would marry you, why are you feeling so unsettled? You should prepare yourself to become his bride. Anna, I really didn’t expect you to do something so courageous. In fact, I still find it unbelievable.”

Natalie was relieved when she heard my explanation.

Nevertheless, I wasn’t in the mood to discuss the matter any further. After chatting for a while longer, we ended the call.

In the evening, Michael preempted me just when I wanted to prepare dinner. Two servants had arrived and headed straight for the kitchen without a word.

I wasn’t surprised to see them as I easily guessed that Michael had arranged it. However, I couldn’t help but feel that he was being overdramatic.

I’m just pregnant and not paralyzed. Why wouldn’t he let me do anything? All this while, he enjoys my cooking a lot. Does he not enjoy it anymore?

Dinner was ready in a short while. Although there weren’t many dishes, it was still a scrumptious meal that contained most of my favorite foods.

The servants quickly left once they were done. I thought it was a good arrangement as I didn’t enjoy interacting with strangers alone.

Soon, Michael returned home, looking tired. However, a faint smile tugged at his lips the moment he saw me, displacing the exhaustion he showed a moment ago.

“Are you bored staying at home alone?”

After washing his hands, Michael took a seat opposite me and gave me a gentle look.

“It’s all right. I’m used to it already.”

I still wasn’t used to him treating me in such a gentle manner. It even got me thinking that I enjoyed being tormented. In fact, I felt more at ease when Michael spoke to me in his usual frosty tone.

Picking up his fork, Michael kept serving me more food. Although I had an aversion to meat recently, I felt the meat prepared for that meal was a lot more palatable than I expected.

When I glanced at Michael, I caught him staring at me with a smile. Instantly, I knew that the meat must have gone through a long preparation process to remove the fatty stench they originally had.

“Michael, I’m not used to you being so nice to me.”

I couldn’t help but comment when I saw the grin on his face.

The moment I let the remark slip, I wondered if I was a fool. Any sane girl would want their partner to treat them better instead of complaining about it as I did. I figured the exact same thought must have crossed Michael’s mind too.

“Do you actually like it when I’m cold to you every day? Anna, do you enjoy being tormented?” he teased, breaking into a mischievous smile just as I had expected.

I rolled my eyes at him. Despite feeling annoyed, I didn’t say another word. After all, I had never won a verbal battle against him.

“Michael, are you sure you want to be with me? What if your mother objects? Will you change your mind?”

Remembering Josephine’s visit earlier, I gave Michael an uncertain look and got the burning question off my chest.