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But personally, I’ve never liked being constrained.
So after getting married, I took design orders at home by myself.
Sometimes I would be so busy that I forgot to eat. The income was quite good, and our family didn't need my money either.
So I've always lived a carefree life.
I brought Ryan to the HR: "He's my friend. Process his employment procedures. Let him be an assistant first."
Mission one: plant my own ally at the heart of Michael's domain.
Ryan is a "surprise" I prepared for Michael, and he must know about it.
When I was about to start working at the company, the HR hesitated a bit.
I could see his anxiety and understood it well.
But now, what is he anxious about?
It seems that Michael is planning something!
I ignore the HR and directly walk toward Michael's office.
The HR intends to call Michael behind me, but I ignore it either, and walked even faster .
A few seconds later, I knock on the door and enter.
Michael is startled when he saw me coming.
The smell of perfume lingered in the air.
"Sweetheart, what are you doing here?"
I smiled and said bluntly, “I’m here to check on you.”
My words made him burst out laughing immediately.
“My sweetheart, I have been working here all night long from yesterday, just taking a short break.”
He stands up and trying to kiss me on the cheek.
As I think about him being surrounded by girls in the club last night and now using this mouth to kiss me, a wave of disgust washed over me.
I turn my head to avoid his kiss.
Michael immediately raises his eyebrows,"Did you change your body wash?"
I forget that the body wash in Ryan's house is mint-scented, while I usually use rose-scented body wash.
"Yeah, I got a new sample and tried it. I think it's quite good."
A trace of desire has flashed in his eyes, and then he returns to normal.
"By the way, I brought someone here."
I snap my fingers, and Ryan walks.
Michael is a bit stunned when he saw him.
"He just graduated and hasn't find a job yet. I want him to start working here."
"No problem."
Ryan smiles,"Thank you, Amanda. Thank you, sir."
Then, he turned around and left.
Michael is immediately unhappy and hugs me, "Babe, he called you Amanda but called me sir. It's obvious who he's closer to. You think I'm not as good as a young guy?!"
I raise my eyebrows, "Isn’t that right? He’s my junior from school, but since he works under you, of course he should call you ‘sir’ What else would he call you?"
"He should call me Michael since I'm your husband!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a slight noise comes from under his desk.
I curl my lips.
You scumbag.
Husband?
Dream on!
I pull his tie and ask softly, "Are you coming back for dinner tonight?"
"I have a business dinner, so I won't make it back."
"Got it. And in two days? It’s my Ovulation window."
I brought this up deliberately—Michael’s mother has been breathing down our necks about having a baby.
I wasn’t keen on it at first, but that’s changed.
The point is, I get to decide who the father of my child will be.
I said that partly to find out exactly what place that girl Michael was keeping held in his mind.
Michael thinks about it for a while and then nods.
During the few seconds he was silent, he must have thought about everything.
It seems he has struggled over it, but I don't care anymore.
I turn around and left. Michael looks at my back and didn't chase after me.
And I also knew that there was someone hiding under his desk.
