A Beautiful Luna After Rejection - Chapter 297

297 Receiving A Letter

I found a plan for what couples should do together on the internet, and after I crossed out all the sex-related options, I made a new list and showed it to Michael.

Michael scoffed at some of the contents after a glance.

“These activities don’t look as good as the ones in bed.”

I squinted at him and said slowly, “You are not interested?”

Michael peeked at my expression, then raised his hands in surrender, expressing his willingness to cooperate.

And so, we started doing some things normal couples would do.

We strolled, went shopping, watched movies, cooked, ate, and went hiking, and rowing. These were the things that I had dreamed of doing with my boyfriend when I was a young girl, and Michael had patiently helped me realize them one by one.

Unfortunately, I only managed to execute my plan for three days before I received a letter from Courtney.

There were two pieces of good news in the letter. First, the case of the she-wolves trafficking had been completely closed, and all the finishing work had been completed. Second, Brandon was about to go through the succession ceremony, and Courtney would be made Queen at the same time.

In the letter, Courtney invited Michael and me to attend their ceremony. It also said that to thank me for the help I had provided in the previous case, it had prepared a huge gift for me and had to be handed to me on the spot.

I thought my contribution to the she-wolves case was minimal, and I couldn’t think of anything Courtney could give me.

I read the entire letter carefully again and waved the letter in my hand at Michael. “What do you think she’ll give me?”

“I don’t know.” Michael looked through his e-mail with an indifferent expression.

I looked at him suspiciously. Michael had spent much more time on work these two days than before. When he first brought me back, he promised me he didn’t have any work and only brought me here to relax.

Due to his previous record of not telling me when he was investigating Joanna, I felt he was doing something behind my back.

I wanted to go to look at his laptop, but he stopped me. His palm happened to be on my chest. I looked down at his hand and then at his eyes.

Michael looked at me calmly, and I gave up getting any information from his eyes. I said in frustration, “Are you really not hiding anything from me?”

“What nonsense are you thinking about?” Michael touched my chest, and I felt a little tickled. My body subconsciously shrank back, but I still wanted to look at his computer.

I squeezed forward, pressing my body closer to his. I put my arms around his neck and said coyly, “Let me see.”

“Mm mhm.” Michael touched my body randomly as if he was enjoying the touch of my smooth skin. I could tell he was enjoying this moment, so I struck while the iron was hot, put my lips on his neck, and licked it.

Thɪʂ 𝙘h𝙖p𝖙℮r 𝒾ṡ pⲟ𝗌𝓉ҽ𝑑 b𝕪 𝕂𝒾𝗍𝘦𝓃𝙤𝙫є|

Michael quivered at my actions, and the movements of his hands became more and more lighthearted.

I wanted to use this angle to peek at his computer screen, but Michael had switched to the desktop page at some point. I snorted in dissatisfaction and felt that he was not keeping his word. He just wanted to take advantage of me but did not give me anything in return.

I angrily got down from Michael’s body and turned my head.

Michael pulled me close to him. His palm was big and hot, making me recall countless sexual memories of the times I was with him. But the memories now made me angry.

I felt that I gave in to Michael too easily. I had given him all the initiative and dedicated myself to him. I was not dissatisfied with this, but Michael did not treat me the same way. He even refused to let me see the computer and took the opportunity to deceive me.

Michael pulled me close a few times, but I ignored him. Michael felt something was wrong and leaned over to look at my face.

I glared at him angrily, but I had no choice but to look away after a few seconds. His face was irresistable. I suspected that if I continued to look at him like this, I would have already taken the initiative to raise the white flag and surrender before Michael could say anything. Michael misunderstood me. “Are you really angry, baby?”

I heard him sigh, and then he got up to take his laptop and put it in front of me. He opened his work email. “Here, take a look. It’s just work-related stuff. It’s nothing.”

“Who wants to see your stuff?” I said stubbornly with anger.

Michael looked at my expression and asked, “You really don’t want to look? Then, what are you angry about?”

After hearing this, I flipped over and sat on Michael’s body. He looked at me quietly. I said fiercely, “I feel you don’t trust me. I let you know everything. You’re my everything, but I always seem only to be a part of your life. You don’t care about me at all. You don’t care what I think or what I like…”