Jealous?
I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
What relationship do I have with Michael that I would be jealous?
Even if I were to be jealous, it wouldn't be my role.
However, his sudden proximity has thrown me off balance.
My heart also starts beating uncontrollably.
"You're overthinking it.
I'm also concerned about your private life.
I worry that you'll bite off more than you can chew, and die in your bed without knowing.
After all, I still owe you a huge sum of money."
I said through gritted teeth.
"Do you not know whether I'm biting off more than I can chew?"
He leaned forward and nibbled lightly on my earlobe.
This intimate contact made me shudder, making me feel as if I've been electrocuted, unable to move.
At this moment, his body was practically glued to mine, with half of him on the bed.
Although his hand was supporting most of his weight on the headboard of the bed, it felt like he would crush me.
How can this man be so heavy?
"Could you move?
You're crushing me."
I tried to push him away but he didn't budge. He chuckled and didn't respond, neither did he move.
"Excuse me, sir, what are you doing?"
A serious voice came from the doorway.
I turned my head to see a nurse standing in the doorway with a tray in her hands, looking at Michael with a puzzled expression.
My savior!
"Nurse, this guy is a pervert, please send him away quickly!"
I blurted out in haste.
For quite some time, the nurse ignored me completely.
I took a look and noticed that the nurse was staring at Michael with unblinking eyes, her face revealing a blush of shyness.
Judging from this, could she be swooned by Micheal's handsome looks?
Fortunately, Michael was aware to maintain a proper image in public and got off me, standing to the side in a perfectly fitted suit.
His expression was as calm as ever, as if nothing had happened.
Damn it, I used to think that James's kind was the worst of the lot, but compared to Michael, he's just a drop in the bucket!
"Sir, I need to give the patient an IV first, could you please take a seat over there?"
The nurse's voice had gone soft and sweet, as if she had suddenly transformed into a completely different person.
Micheal obediently took my medical chart, and sat down to one side to read it.
The nurse kept stealing glances at Michael, and I was afraid she would poke the needle in the wrong place.
After finishing my IV, the nurse didn't say a word to me but went straight to Micheal and bashfully asked, "Excuse me, sir, could you give me your WhatsApp number?"
Tsk tsk, modern women pursuing men, really leave no stones unturned.
Michael looked up at her, his smile both elegant and gentlemanly.
"Sorry, I can't remember my WhatsApp number, you can ask my wife," he said, pointing at me.
Wife?
Since when did I become his wife?
It's obvious this man wants to use me as a human shield!
Do I look like a human shield?
It's one thing for Edwin to do this, but Michael too?
I don't want to help him at all!
Just as I was about to retort, the nurse turned her head and looked at me, saying, "Isn't that wrong?
The man who came with her just now, isn't he her husband?
They seemed rather close."
At this point, I decided not to explain and prepared to sit back and enjoy the show.
But Michael simply said, "You misunderstood, he is not her husband, just our family's driver."
"Who are you calling a driver?!"
From the door, Edwin's indignant voice sounded.