Chapter 150: To Make You Happy
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She was a crafty enemy, and conventional thods wouldn’t work on her.
If I told Sasha and Michael now that I’d said so many bad things about Joanna to them, they wouldn’t believe .
I didn’t have a recording of my conversation with Joanna, and even if I could repeat what Joanna said, I didn’t have any proof.
Maybe I didn’t have to make a complicated plan. I didn’t have to prove to Michael that Joanna was a bad person. I only had to find a way to make Joanna lose control in front of everyone. Her previous disguises would fall apart if she took off her mask.
But how could I make Joanna lose control?
She didn’t believe Michael would mark so I would show her.
I’d get Michael to mark and show it to everyone so my connection with Michael would strengthen, and Joanna would have no reason to stay here.
A mark was unique and could not be easily erased, and Joanna would see it and know that she had no chance. As long as she wanted Michael, she would lose control of her emotions.
Even if she were good enough and didn’t lose her temper, she wouldn’t have a chance to get Michael from unless she killed , and Michael wouldn’t let that happen.
On second thought, I thought this was a foolproof plan.
I had no chance of failure, no matter how I saw it.
When I ca out of the kitchen with my dinner, I saw Joanna glance at and give a pointed smile. I knew she was mocking for acting like a servant.
I gave her a contemptuous look back. After tonight, she would know who Michael was.
As I waited for Michael in the room, I felt uneasy.
I began to worry that Michael would not choose , as Joanna had said.
We had so many chances these days. Every ti we had sex, it was great. When Michael turned his back on , my neck was exposed to his canine teeth. If he bit , I could finish the marking.
But Michael never did. He always gave lots of kisses. It was a great experience. But there was no sign of marking.
Or maybe it was like Joanna said – Michael was worried about sothing.
In Michael’s eyes, I wasn’t a good mate. I was just a good bed partner. In Michael’s complex royal Lycan community, was I not up to his standards and could not take on the responsibilities of a royal Prince Lycan’s mate?
I thought I might be overthinking it.
Joanna planted these seeds of doubt in my mind, and when Michael returned, all my doubts would be gone, and he would mark . After all, I could see in Michael’s eyes that I had always been sexually attractive to him.
I pulled a dress out of the closet and put it on. It looked a lot like the one I had worn when Michael first t , and I hoped that Michael would rember so of the things he had felt when he first t .
I was adjusting my high-heeled shoes in the bedroom mirror when I heard footsteps at the door.
I hurried to the mirror for a final touch of lipstick, then walked out just in ti to et Michael, who had just walked in.
Michael was dressed in a three-piece blue twill suit accentuating his slender fra and bulging chest. His hair had obviously been styled this morning and had been combed back with water, it was slightly ssy, but at the sa ti, it added to his unruly handsoness.
He raised his head to look at . I gave him a brilliant smile.
“Welco back, my dear.” I walked over and planted a kiss on his cheek.
“Hmm... what is the occasion?” Michael lowered his head to kiss back. His eyes flashed with surprise and joy.
“A day... that I want to make you happy.” I smiled as I took his hand and sat at the dining table. I took out so warm food from the oven. “Co and taste the dinner I made for you.”
Michael smiled as he looked up at . “As long as I can co back and see you, every day is a happy day for .”
When I heard Michael’s words, the smile on my face widened.
“I still feel very sorry about our last date. That’s why I especially did all this, hoping to make up for the regret we had last ti,” I said as I looked into Michael’s eyes.
“Baby, I already said that it wasn’t your fault. We just chose the wrong ti. You don’t have to feel guilty about it.” Michael sighed.
“I know, but I still want to do sothing,” I whispered.
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