Chapter 86
Michael seemed to be playing a prank.
When he saw this scene, he deliberately put his hand on my waist and looked at Jane across from us. His smug expression really made Jane's face change over and over again.
After seeing us off, Jane looked extremely upset.
Once we got in the car, I deliberately raised my eyebrows at him: "Mr. Johnson, Ms. Ross really likes you a lot. Aren't you worried about breaking her heart with this little show?"
Michael leaned against me, saying smugly, "I did it on purpose. She dared to lay hands on my woman, so I had to teach her a good lesson. Besides, I wanted to see if she'd slip up when she gets angry."
Seeing how smug he looked, I really didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
But I had to admit that what Michael did really touched my heart.
I was his only favorite.
"Nancy, can we go to your place?"
Tom was driving, and Michael said while leaning against me.
"My mom made me move out so we'd have some distance before getting married. If you keep this up, you might as well just move in with me and save yourself the trouble of asking me every day."
Hearing this, Michael's eyes instantly lit up.
I could see he was tempted, and I knew I'd basically permitted Michael.
After getting home, Tom drove off temporarily. Michael kept following behind me as we walked upstairs step by step.
At the door, I skillfully unlocked it with my fingerprint, then felt that Michael, behind me, seemed a bit down.
I turned to look at him curiously.
"What's wrong?"
Michael pressed his lips together. "Nancy, I don't know your door code."
I quickly rattled off a string of numbers, but Michael didn't cheer up. Instead, he seemed even more silent.
I tilted my head and pulled Michael to the door, registering his fingerprint.
Sure enough, Michael's eyes lit up again.
I suddenly remembered that John still knew our door code, so I changed it. But I didn't expect to need it so soon.
That evening, Michael and I were curled up on the couch watching TV when we suddenly heard someone entering a code at the door. It seemed someone was trying to get in.
I opened my phone and turned on the door camera. I saw John standing at the door in all black, head down, entering the code.
Michael also took a look.
Michael got really jealous. Like now, he whined: "He really won't give up on you!"
"But I already have Mr. Johnson. John is just garbage."
I said without hesitation. Michael was clearly very happy and reached out to grab my arm: "Good, I'll go kick him out right now."
I didn't refuse.
So after John failed to enter the code, Michael and I appeared at the door together. When we opened it, we faced John.
John was obviously stunned.
"Nancy, you brought Michael to live here?"
I didn't get a chance to respond because Michael had already answered for me: "Nancy is my fiancée. Isn't it natural for me to live with her?"
John stared hard at Michael and me, the resentment in his eyes almost drowning us both.
I knew Michael was doing it on purpose.
I sighed helplessly but still went along with what he said: "Do you need anything else? If not, I need to rest with my fiancé."
A man and woman resting together - in John's eyes, that probably meant something not so innocent.
So he got even more worked up.
"Sir, if you keep staying here, I'll have to call the police."
Michael crossed his arms and said coldly to John.
I leaned against Michael.
I'd let them handle everything. It had nothing to do with me anymore anyway.
"What you should be doing now is solving the crisis the Brown Group is facing."
Michael's words hit John's sore spot directly. John stared at Michael and said angrily, "You think the Brown family is finished? Let me tell you, the Brown family will rise again someday, and that day won't be far off!"
If at first I might not have understood what John meant by this.
But not long after John left, I got a message from my friend abroad.
John had actually made additional investments there.
John was probably really pissed off by Michael.
Michael seemed quite pleased with himself, "Serves him right!"
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but what Michael said was true.
If I hadn't been reborn, I'd still be fooled by John, trying every way to leave Michael and face my cruel future.
The next morning, Michael and I went downstairs together. Who knew we'd run into someone we knew in the elevator?
It was a senior executive from the Johnson Group named Bronte Langley. I'd had some work contact with her before, so I could call her by name.
As for Michael, he knew her even better.
Seeing us standing in the elevator holding hands, Bronte's finger kept moving between us, finally landing on our clasped hands.
Michael held my hand tight - I couldn't pull away at all.
"Need something?" Except when facing me, Michael had a cold and ruthless expression toward everyone else.
Bronte swallowed.
"Nothing."
Michael deliberately put his arm around my shoulder, as if doing it on purpose for Bronte to see.
I sighed helplessly.
Michael was definitely doing it on purpose.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, Bronte, who was usually very composed at the Johnson Group, took off running. Her steps were clearly more flustered than usual.
But I ran into Bronte again at the Johnson Group.
Though Michael and I were pretty far apart now, Bronte's gaze was fixed on us. After Michael went upstairs, Bronte came closer to me.
"Ms. Smith, I didn't believe the rumors before, but it turns out your backer really is Mr. Johnson."
I raised my eyebrows, neither confirming nor denying.
But Bronte thought I'd admitted it.
"Mr. Johnson has a fiancée. Ms. Smith, you're quite capable. I don't think you need to put your energy into a man. What do you think?"
She thought I was Michael's mistress and came to advise me?
But Bronte seemed genuinely sincere, and my relationship with Michael wasn't a secret anyway, so I just said it directly.
"Bronte, why don't you go check what Mr. Johnson's wife's name is?"
"I think her last name is Smith..." Bronte said instinctively, then immediately looked at me, probably not having realized before that I was Michael's fiancée.
I smiled at her.
Bronte quickly waved her hands.
"Sorry, sorry, looks like I was overthinking. You're Mr. Johnson's fiancée, which makes you half the owner of the Johnson Group. Why would you need anyone as your backer!"
I smiled. Bronte scurried off, and I could tell she was a bit scared of me.