Chapter 319
Love from My Dominant Boss
Chapter 319 You Have Pissed Me Off Completely
âEmma, Iâve long since told you that my patience is limited. Yet, you challenged my bottom line again and again. This time, youâve pissed me off completely!â
Michael forcefully shook off Emmaâs hand. The look in his eyes as he regarded her was cold and indifferent. He never had any feelings for her, and the only thing he felt toward her was repugnance.
Emma could sense his wrath from his tone, and her gaze turned even more frantic. I could clearly see that she was trembling.
âMichael, itâs really not what you think! I only did such a thing because I love you too much. I know Iâm wrong, so please forgive me this once, okay? I promise that this will never again happen in the future!â
Emmaâs expression froze for a moment as she stared at the hand Michael shook off. Although Michael was downright callous in his words, she continued begging him endlessly.
Sheâs always high and mighty, yet sheâs forever this lowly before him. Perhaps her love for him is real. However, the fact that she would do such a despicable thing just to have him proves that sheâs a selfish woman through and through.
The incident whereby she ordered those few men to sully me earlier was still vivid in my mind.
If Michael hadnât shown up in time, I wouldâve ended up being debased by those men. Therefore, no one would believe in her love when she could do such a reprehensible thing despite being a woman herself.
I walked over to Michael and eyed Emma coldly. Regardless of whether her love for him is real, my hatred of her had already gone bone-deep when she instructed those few men to force themselves on me. Iâll never forgive her for using such a deplorable method on me when sheâs a woman herself!
âSo, youâre regretting it now, Emma? Then, why did you not hesitate in the slightest when you ordered those men to violate me just now?â
I pinned my frosty gaze on her, the words out of my mouth undoubtedly intensifying her culpability before Michael.
When Michael heard the word âviolate,â his gaze turned chilly, and his eyes glinted dangerously.
Of course, Emma knew that my remark would only infuriate Michael and put the nail in the coffin of her obtaining Michaelâs forgiveness.
No sooner had my words rang out than she shrieked, âStop spouting nonsense here, Anna! It was those men who wanted to violate you! It had nothing to do with me! Why are you shoving the blame on me?â
Emma shot daggers as though she had suffered a great injustice. If I hadnât heard and seen it with my own eyes, I would even doubt whether I was blaming her wrongly.
However, the scene whereby she threatened me with a knife and even filmed those few men helping themselves to me with her phone remained distinctively engraved in my mind.
âDo you think thereâs any use even if you were to deny it now? The men are still here, so why donât we ask them who the mastermind was?â
Snorting, I threw her a disdainful look. Does she really think denial will still work now? There are many of them here, and theyâre all aware of Michaelâs influence now. Hence, they wouldnât dare lie.
Sure enough, Emmaâs expression changed after hearing that. She went silent and glared at me with hatred etched on her face. Right then, she was definitely seized by the urge to kill me.
âDo you really have to be so ruthless, Anna?â
After a lengthy silence, she finally hissed those words out through gritted teeth, her expression wintry. Her hands clenched into fists, and the loathing in her eyes grew all the more pronounced.
Conversely, I didnât care whether she detested me. Iâve endured the many things she did to me in the past, but this time, she actually wanted to do such a despicable thing to me. As such, I will not take it lying down anymore!
âRuthless? Emma, I didnât take you to task even though you targeted me time and again, hurting me in various ways. Yet, you still dare to make such a claim? You know what? My patience is limited. Today, you even wanted to hurt me and the baby Iâm carrying. This time, I wonât forgive you no matter what!â
Iâll never let anyone who threatens the safety of my child off the hook! No matter what it takes, I want her to bear the consequences of her actions!
In the past, Emma never took my threats seriously. This time, however, she was a tad afraid since Michael was there. Her gaze teemed with panic as she glowered at me, a hint of hatred shining through.
I took a deep breath and tried my utmost best to suppress the anger burning within me since it wasnât good for the baby in my stomach. Argh! If it werenât for the sake of my childâs safety, I really want to rush forward and rip her pretentious face to ribbons!
âMichael, can you really bring yourself to hurt me when I love you so much? Besides, I sacrificed a lot because of you. I just want you to spare me a look. Is that too much to ask for?â
Emma was also a quick-witted person. Knowing that I would never forgive her that day, she turned her attention back to Michael after shooting me a hateful look.
As men had a weakness to womenâs fragility, she wanted to put on a feeble act before him so that his heart would soften for her.
Regretfully, Michael had never been soft-hearted toward her. He merely looked at her coldly with repugnance in his eyes.
âEmma, you must pay the price since you made a move against my woman!â he asserted glacially.
Without sparing her another glance, he bent down and scooped me up before striding away.
I was initially startled by the sudden bridal carry. When I recalled that his arm was injured, anxiety instantly swamped me.
âPut me down, Michael! Your arm is injured, and itâll only bleed even more if you carry me!â
While the cut on his arm isnât fatal, it must be very deep since it bled so profusely! Thus, I was worried that his injury would worsen from carrying me.
âItâs just a paltry wound, so donât worry about it.â
Michael headed out with me in his arms, not at all bothered about my concern. In fact, it was as though he wasnât the one injured.
Itâs such a deep wound thatâs still bleeding, yet he doesnât even grimace. I wonder if he doesnât feel any pain.
âBut your wound is still bleedingâ¦â
Although Michael didnât seem to be in pain, I still couldnât help worrying.
âThereâs a cut on your neck, so Iâm sending you to the hospital first.â
Michael threw me a disgruntled look, making it clear as day that he wasnât going to put me down. When he glanced at the cut on my neck, anguish again manifested in his eyes.
Since he had already said as much, I could only nestle in his arms quietly and luxuriate in the warmth of his embrace. My heart was still hammering wildly at the sight of him going all out to save me just now.