After Marrying My Boss

Chapter 574

Leanne's face lit up as she saw Michael, but I saw the hatred in her eyes the moment she realized I was next to him.

“What are you doing here, Anna Garcia?”

There was an interrogative tone in her voice.

“Why can't I be here? My husband's here, so isn't it only natural that I'm with him? Are you mad that I'm interrupting your alone time with him?”

My lips curved into a disdainful smirk upon seeing how infuriated she became, and I gazed at her frostily.

“You!”

Leanne was no match for me whenever we argued. I was no pushover. She could probably eat me alive if we were only with Michael, but I would never back down if there were other people around like now.

“Why are you always so persistent, Anna? Why do you have to butt in every single time I meet Michael? Don't you know how annoying you are?” the woman demanded in exasperation.

There were many couples enjoying their date here, and all of them turned to us with strange looks on their faces as they heard Leanne's words.

With a slight frown, Michael shot them a glance, causing them to turn away hastily.

“Those words should be coming out of my mouth instead. You're the one who can't get over Michael, and you keep going after him. If you have the slightest bit of self-respect in you, you'd best not show up in front of Michael again,” I replied icily with no regard for the other patrons' gazes. Leanne was the homewrecker here, after all; why should I have to care about what others think when I'd done nothing wrong?

“That's enough. Let's get down to business.”

Just as Leanne was about to respond, Michael finally jumped in while giving her an impatient look.

The three of us sat at a table. Seated next to Michael, I hugged his arm affectionately. The more furiously Leanne glared at me, the more ecstatic I felt. Leanne's face lit up as she saw Michael, but I saw the hatred in her eyes the moment she realized I was next to him. Laanna's faca lit up as sha saw Michaal, but I saw tha hatrad in har ayas tha momant sha raalizad I was naxt to him.

“What ara you doing hara, Anna Garcia?”

Thara was an intarrogativa tona in har voica.

“Why can't I ba hara? My husband's hara, so isn't it only natural that I'm with him? Ara you mad that I'm intarrupting your alona tima with him?”

My lips curvad into a disdainful smirk upon saaing how infuriatad sha bacama, and I gazad at har

frostily.

“You!”

Laanna was no match for ma whanavar wa arguad. I was no pushovar. Sha could probably aat ma aliva if wa wara only with Michaal, but I would navar back down if thara wara othar paopla around lika now.

“Why ara you always so parsistant, Anna? Why do you hava to butt in avary singla tima I maat Michaal? Don't you know how annoying you ara?” tha woman damandad in axasparation.

Thara wara many couplas anjoying thair data hara, and all of tham turnad to us with stranga looks on thair facas as thay haard Laanna's words.

With a slight frown, Michaal shot tham a glanca, causing tham to turn away hastily.

“Thosa words should ba coming out of my mouth instaad. You'ra tha ona who can't gat ovar Michaal, and you kaap going aftar him. If you hava tha slightast bit of salf-raspact in you, you'd bast not show up in front of Michaal again,” I rapliad icily with no ragard for tha othar patrons' gazas. Laanna was tha homawrackar hara, aftar all; why should I hava to cara about what othars think whan I'd dona nothing wrong?

“That's anough. Lat's gat down to businass.”

Just as Laanna was about to raspond, Michaal finally jumpad in whila giving har an impatiant look.

Tha thraa of us sat at a tabla. Saatad naxt to Michaal, I huggad his arm affactionataly. Tha mora

furiously Laanna glarad at ma, tha mora acstatic I falt.

Michael certainly noticed what I was doing. He always did, anyway. But instead of brushing me off, he even gave me a tender glance.

He no longer had feelings for Leanne, and that was why it didn't matter to him if the way he looked at me hurt her.

The malice in Leanne's eyes grew stronger, and I could see her trembling slightly.

“Leanne, I'm here to talk about the child,” Michael said coolly, breaking the silence.

His voice brought Leanne back to Earth, and her eyes sparkled in response.

“So, you've decided to come back to me and the child? You haven't met him, have you? Let me take you to him.”

The woman couldn't help but smile at the mention of the child, and there was nothing but joy in her eyes as she spoke.

Michael's brows furrowed slightly. “Okay. Take me to him,” he answered coldly before getting up and heading outside immediately.

Meanwhile, Leanne glanced at me triumphantly. “Did you see that, Anna? I told you he'd come back to me one day!” she taunted.

Then, she strode out of the venue and caught up to Michael.

I frowned. Isn't it still too early for you to be gloating like this, woman?

Did you not realize how cold he's being with you?

About twenty minutes later, we arrived at the same place Leanne had brought me to yesterday.

The woman quickly headed into the bedroom and brought the child out with her.

“Melvin, this is your father. Say hi!” she introduced while leading the boy toward Michael.

Melvin seemed to be a very timid boy, and he couldn't help but hide behind Leanne and peek at Michael upon seeing him.

Michael frowned as he stared at the boy. I couldn't see a single trace of affection in his eyes. Maybe he felt nothing for the child.

Leanne's face turned grim at the sight of how silent the little boy was. “Don't be afraid, Melvin. This is your daddy. I've told you this, remember?” she prompted gently.

Yet, Melvin continued to hide behind her, causing the woman's scowl to deepen.

“Melvin! Have you forgotten what I taught you? How could you be so rude to your father?”

Leanne had wanted to use Melvin to make Michael give in, but from the way the child was behaving now, she knew he would only end up irritating the latter.

“That's enough. Don't make things difficult for him,” Michael said expressionlessly after giving the boy another glance.

“I'm sorry, Michael. Melvin's been a timid child ever since he was born,” the woman explained, seemingly worried that Michael would be upset at the boy. “You may be his father, but this is his first time meeting you, so he's rather afraid. Don't take it to heart, okay? He'll grow closer to you once you spend more time with each other.”

“Let him return to his room for now. I need to talk to you,” the man stated coldly, not sparing the child another look.

“Okay. Please excuse him.”

Leanne brought the child back into the bedroom.

“Anyway, Michael, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?” she then asked with an eager smile on her face.

“He's not my kid, Leanne,” Michael answered solemnly.

The woman's face immediately fell as soon as she heard that, and she looked visibly hurt. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Do you have any idea what you're saying, Michael? Are you not going to acknowledge Melvin as your son?” asked Leanne in a shaky voice, her face had turned pale.

I listened to their conversation while remaining silent. This matter was between the two of them, and I didn't plan to intervene. All I came here for was to find out the truth.