Chapter 238

Since Michael privately admitted their relationship, Violet had become increasingly brazen at the company.

Not only did she come and go freely in the CEO's office, but she also orderrf Aaron around without any courtesy.

This went on for several days.

Aaron had long been fed up with her.

But Michael, for some reason, was particularly attentive to her, even putting aside important documents just to chat with her.

Aaron couldn't understand what it was about Violet that fascinated Michael so much. In terms of looks and temperament, Isabella was clearly superior.

Yet these two seemed like a couple in the throes of a passionate romance, always wanting to be together.

Even Aaron couldn't help but feel a sense of injustice for Isabella.

Michael really was such a jerk!

In the afternoon, Violet received a phone call and then swayed her way over to Michael, acting coy. "Michael, can I leave a bit early today?"

Violet's soft and sweet tone made Michael, who was working, pause.

He looked up and asked, "Where are you going?"

His tone was indifferent, but it carried a hint of concern.

Violet loved the way he worried about her. She boldly stepped forward, wrapped her arms around his, and pressed her body against him.

"I just want to get some fresh air and do some shopping with friends. I'll be back soon."

Michael's gaze fell on the arm Violet was holding, and his eyes darkened, but his tone carried a hint of jealousy.

"Didn't you say you were bored and wanted me to keep you company? Now you're leaving me here alone. Can you bear it?"

Michael's plea struck a chord in Violet's heart, making her want to comply with him.

After all, he was Michael.

The Michael she had secretly loved for over a decade but never had for a single day.

Now, he was hers.

This wonderful feeling gave Violet a strong sense of unreality.

Because whether it was the current "Violet" or the former "Bianca," being with Michael was a first.

She never expected that Michael in love would be such a contrasting man. Ever since he revealed her identity to Aaron that day, they hadn't been apart much at the company.

Even when she left work in the evening, Michael would have his bodyguards follow her and stand guard at her door.

Her life was now filled with his presence.

But there was one downside: ever since they started dating, she no longer had any personal space. Everywhere she went, Michael's people were there to protect her.

But today, she had to go out.

On the fifteenth of every month, she had to go to a certain place.

And this place couldn't be known by anyone, especially Michael.

But Michael's love was too overbearing, and she was starting to feel suffocated by his control.

Even so, she couldn't bear to push Michael away.

"Michael, I know you can't bear to be apart from me for even a minute, and I can't bear to be apart from you either, but I really want to get some fresh air."

Violet spoke with a tone of grievance and pity, afraid that Michael would refuse her again.

She didn't have much time and couldn't afford any more delays.

But Michael's next words caught her off guard, "In that case, I'll go with you wherever you want to go. We don't have to be apart."

Michael's eyes narrowed, and his tone was firm.

Violet's heart skipped a beat when she heard this.

The place she needed to go couldn't be discovered by Michael. If he went, her secret would be exposed.

Violet forced down her panic and casually found an excuse to leave Michael behind.

"If I take you away, what will happen to the company? If someone sees us, they'll call me a bitch who seduced you. Michael, you don't want me to be called names, do you?"

She deliberately exaggerated the seriousness of the situation, hoping Michael would let her go.

Michael's eyes narrowed, and his tone darkened, "When did the company have such unruly employees? Find them, and I'll deal with them."

Seeing that Michael seemed angry, Violet panicked.

She had never seen Michael stand up for her like this, and it warmed and satisfied her heart. But thinking about the place she needed to go, she gently patted Michael's back, hoping her weakness and obedience would earn his consent.

"No one is bullying me. I'm just afraid my actions will bring you bad influence."

Violet leaned against his chair, acting coy and obedient, but inside she was anxious.

She had already received a notification that if she didn't go today, she would face the consequences.

She couldn't delay any longer.

Michael held her hand, looking deeply affectionate.

"As long as you're by my side, I don't care about any influence. Didn't you say you would love me well? How come now you're putting your friends above me?"

"Of course, you're more important!"

Violet blurted out.

But as soon as she said it, she realized Michael had led her back to the starting point.

He still didn't want her to leave.

She suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

She did like Michael, but she liked his private domineering side, his wealth, not his clingy nature, which was so different from what she had imagined.

"Michael, even though we're in a relationship, we both need a little personal space. Otherwise, how can we create romance and surprises?"

"My friends are already urging me. You don't want me to lose face, do you? Please let me go out, just for a while. I promise I'll be back soon."

Violet said, shaking his arm and acting coy.

Michael could see how anxious Violet was, and he did it on purpose.

Seeing her biting her lip in anxiety, he still asked with a worried tone, "Do you really want to go out that much?"

"Yes, yes."

Violet nodded pitifully.

Michael asked again, "Do you promise to be back soon?"

He glanced at the time on his watch, "It's already 2 PM. I want to see you back by 5 PM."

This feeling of being watched all the time was sweet yet suffocating, but it was all her own choice. To leave quickly, she had to bear it.

"Okay, I promise you, I'll be back by 5 PM to keep you company, alright?"

That should be enough time.

After reluctantly parting with Michael, Violet quickly ran outside.

This time, she left the company without Michael's bodyguards following her.

She hailed a cab, gave the address, and quickly left.

But what Violet didn't know was that the moment she left in the cab, an inconspicuous black car started following her.

Twenty minutes later, the cab stopped outside a beauty salon.

At the same time, Michael, sitting in his office, received a phone call, "Mr. Brown, Ms. Cooper has entered a beauty salon. Should we follow her in?"