Chapter 4 Another In The Heart

• Michael's expression turned cold as he narrowed his eyes and smiled. He stood up from his seat and walked purposefully towards the woman. With a firm push, he forced her to lie on the table.
• "Director Fulton, what are you doing?" Jasmine asked with widened and surprised eyes. This is a meeting room, and anyone could walk in at any moment. She didn't want others to witness her distress.
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• Jasmine struggled to get up, but her efforts were futile against Michael's strength.
• Michael pinned Jasmine down, gripping her wrists tightly. His gaze bore into her with malice.
• "Jasmine, do you really have the audacity to use my grandmother to threaten me? What do you think you're doing?"
• The man's ferocious expression seemed to suggest that he would relish in tearing her apart and devouring her.
• Jasmine's back pressed against the meeting table, and the edge of the table pierced her waist, causing her pain.
• Swallowing hard, she looked up at the face that was dangerously close to hers and spoke slowly, "I am your legal wife. It is clearly stated on the marriage certificate that I am Mrs. Fulton, the director. Do you still need to ask who I am?"
• "Huh! Mrs. Fulton? Very well, if that's the case, since you're so eager to cling to me, I'll oblige. Right here, right now, I'll exercise my rights as your husband!"
• After uttering those words, the man's large, cold hand landed on Jasmine's thigh.
• Jasmine was wearing a tight black skirt today, and the hem only reached her thighs. Lying on the meeting table made her skirt even shorter.
• Feeling the cold touch of his hand, Jasmine trembled all over. Painful memories from the previous night flooded back, and her legs still hurt.
• "No... Michael, we're at the company! If you want to do this, do it at home, not here!" she pleaded, reaching out to grasp his chest with all her might, her voice filled with resignation.
• She could lower herself in front of Michael, she could abandon her self-esteem, but she didn't want her subordinates to witness this, to see her in such a state.
• "Didn't you claim to be my legal wife? Then wherever I want you to be my wife is appropriate and justified!" Michael sneered.
• "No... I don't want to... Please..." Jasmine begged, tears streaming down her face.
• But Michael showed no sympathy. His hand slipped into Jasmine's shirt.
• "No!" Jasmine cried out in agony, gritting her teeth as tears continued to flow.
• At that moment, there was a "clack" sound at the door, and documents fell to the floor.
• "Ah... Sorry, I'm sorry, director. I... I didn't see anything," Ines stammered with flushed cheeks and embarrassment. She quickly picked up the fallen documents, closed the door, and left.
• Michael's mood was ruined by the unexpected interruption. He sighed and, with a murderous aura, got off Jasmine's body.
• As soon as she was free, Jasmine hurriedly stood up and put on her high heels. She took a few limping steps, deliberately keeping her distance from Michael.
• She hastily buttoned up her shirt, which had come undone, and didn't even have time to grab her documents. She immediately opened the door and rushed out of the room.
• Once she reached her private office, she closed the door and leaned against it, tears streaming down her face.
• This kind of marriage was what she was defending.
• Leaning against the door, she sank to the floor, burying her head in her hands as she sobbed uncontrollably.
• In the past, no matter how difficult a problem was, she had never experienced such anguish.
• But ever since she met Michael, she couldn't control her emotions.
• Jasmine tried to regain control of her emotions. She stood up from the floor, but then sat back down when her desk phone rang.
• Taking a deep breath and ensuring her voice didn't betray her tears, she picked up the phone.
• "Hello?"
• "Jasmine, are you busy?" Grandma Fulton's voice came from the other end of the line.
• "Grandma..." Jasmine rubbed her swollen, red eyes and shook her head while holding the phone receiver. "I'm not busy."
• "I called earlier, but Michael answered and said you left your phone behind. Jasmine, has your relationship with Michael improved? If there's good news, don't keep it from me!" Grandma Fulton said cheerfully.
• Jasmine furrowed her brow and tightly gripped the edge of the table with her fingers.
• Her relationship with Michael... How should she tell Grandma Fulton? They were still so incompatible. Grandma Fulton grew concerned when she didn't hear Jasmine's response. "Jasmine? Are you still there?"
• Jasmine's eyelashes trembled, and she finally snapped back to reality. "Grandma, I'm still here. Me and... Michael..."
• "Jasmine, tell Grandma, is that little brat bullying you again?" Grandma Fulton asked anxiously.
• "No... no, Grandma... Michael is very kind to me," Jasmine bit her lip, lying.
• The nail she had been pressing into her office desk suddenly caused pain. She realized her long nail had broken in two from exerting too much pressure.
• "Jasmine, don't lie to Grandma... If that little brat is mistreating you, bullying you, you have to tell Grandma. I'll teach him a lesson!" Grandma Fulton said with a worried heart.
• "I... Jasmine couldn't say anything more.
• "Since it's like this, I've made up my mind," Grandma Fulton said before Jasmine could respond, and then hung up.
• Jasmine placed the phone back on its stand and let out a long sigh. She rested her face in her arms and wearily lay face down on the table.
• When Michael entered the room and saw Jasmine lying face down with her arms crossed, her small face, like carved jade, was visible beneath her arms.
• The woman had closed her eyes, her eyes red, with tears still clinging to her long eyelashes.
• Her neatly curled hair, which had been pinned up, was now slightly disheveled, with a few strands sticking out behind her ears.
• Michael took slow steps towards her, his gaze fixed on her as he could clearly hear her breathing.
• A few steps away from the table, Michael's eyes narrowed. He only just noticed that one of the buttons on Jasmine's shirt had somehow come undone, revealing a black tank top underneath that tightly hugged her chest.
• Michael stood beside her, his entire body tense, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
• Just then, Jasmine's eyes twitched, and the next second, she furrowed her brows and suddenly opened her eyes.
• Her gaze immediately fell upon the figure standing in front of her. Jasmine was shocked to the core, her pupils shrinking. Without realizing it, she jumped back, as if trying to protect herself by putting up thorns all over her body.
• "Michael, how did you get in?" she asked in a trembling voice.
• With a loud thud, Michael slammed Jasmine's document bag onto the table. The desire that had filled his eyes vanished in an instant.
• Michael, who had been cruel to her, always made her sick.
• "Ha, you're such a cheap woman. Did you purposely leave your document bag there to lure me here? What else are you pretending to do?" Michael sneered, propping himself up on the table with one hand and pressing down on the chair Jasmine had been sitting on with the other, enclosing her in a circle.
• Jasmine's gaze momentarily flickered to her document bag, but she quickly regained her composure and looked at Michael intently. "Since Director Fulton has returned it, if there's nothing else, please leave!"
• Michael exuded a strong aura of masculinity, causing Jasmine's nerves to tense up. Her heart pounded in her chest, as if it were about to burst.
• "Ha!" Michael let out a low laugh, his gaze fixated on the open buttons on Jasmine's chest, as well as the enticing view peeking through the gaps. "Jasmine, are you sure you want me to leave?"