Chapter 115: Do You Really Want to Marry Me?
Sinclair had just followed Michael into the house when he pressed her against the entrance.
Tonight they had a designated driver to drive them back. After Magnus left, Michael drank a lot. At this moment, his emotions were out of control.
He lifted Sinclair's skirt and pressed her waist down. Sinclair was startled and turned her head to look at him.
"Michael."
"Don't speak," he said.
As soon as she spoke, it didn't sound like her. Juniper's voice was clear, with a bright tone. It wasn't sharp and her words flowed like a mountain stream. As she was a broadcasting professional, her English was impeccable.
Sinclair, on the other hand, was from the south, although she had worked in the Imperial Capital for two years. Her voice was soft and sweet, unlike Juniper's voice.
Three months ago, Sinclair interviewed for a front desk position at Michael's new company. That day, she had her hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a white dress and high-top canvas shoes. She had light makeup on her face.
She was a bit nervous during the interview and didn't perform well. But for some reason, she was hired.
Later, while eating instant noodles at her desk, the company's boss, Michael, saw her. Michael told her not to eat junk food and even took her out to a restaurant.
As they spent more time together, they started dating.
Up to now, Sinclair still didn't know why Michael liked her. Her education and background were average. Michael was a graduate of a top domestic university, a former senior executive of a large corporation, and was now an entrepreneur and her boss. The two of them, with such disparate backgrounds, didn't seem quite compatible to outsiders.
Still, Michael was gentle, wealthy, and good-looking, making it hard for Sinclair not to be attracted to him. If she managed to get serious with Michael, she wouldn't just be a regular employee anymore. She would rise to become the boss's wife, something many people wouldn't dare to dream of.
"Michael, shall we take this to the bedroom?" She wanted to turn around and hug him, kiss him. But the man pushed her back.
When things got intense, the man lay behind her, holding her hand, and in a hoarse voice, called out a name, "Juniper."
Sinclair froze. Who was he calling out to?
The pleasurable encounter ended.
After they both showered, the smell of alcohol on their bodies had faded. Michael regained some sobriety.
Sinclair, in her pajamas, leaned into his arms, hugging his neck, and cautiously asked, "Who is Juniper?"
After a brief silence, Michael's face visibly cooled, and he didn't answer her.
Sinclair suddenly remembered what Ophelia had said to her in the bathroom at the restaurant. "Earlier, Ophelia said something to me. Michael, can you help me understand what she meant?"
She looked at Michael, observing his reaction.
Michael furrowed his brow slightly and said coldly, "What did Ophelia say?"
"She said this dress I'm wearing looks good and mentioned that a friend of hers used to buy dresses from this brand. I told her I didn't know this brand before; you were the one who bought the dress. She seemed a bit surprised and asked me if you had ever mentioned someone named Juniper. Michael, who is Juniper?"
Sinclair asked gently, but it still aroused Michael's anger. With a cold face, he said, "What do you want to know? Juniper is just a friend of mine. She is her, and you are you."
Was that really all it was? Then why did he call out "Juniper" when they were being intimate?
Michael didn't want to talk about Juniper with her. He turned away, only saying coldly, "Let's go to sleep, stop overthinking. Ophelia is someone who doesn't really watch what she says. She's spoiled by Robert, don't bother with her."
Sinclair wasn't foolish. She had already started to suspect something during the dinner tonight.
After Michael fell asleep, Sinclair quietly got out of bed.
Earlier, Michael had been so eager to be intimate with her that he had casually thrown his suit jacket on the floor.
His suits were all custom-made and expensive. Sinclair picked it up and wanted to hang the suit jacket properly.
A black wallet fell out of the suit jacket's inner pocket. In the black wallet was a clearly altered photo. The man in the photo was Michael. But the woman was beautiful, with a bright and charming smile, young but with a captivating charm. She was very pretty.
Was she Juniper?
Sinclair considered herself somewhat attractive, but she knew her looks were not enough to catch Michael's eye, let alone for Michael to talk about marrying her after just three months of dating. Sinclair had always been puzzled by this.
She asked her friends, and they said she was lucky to be living a fairy tale romance. She even lied to herself, thinking it was her fate.
But tonight, she finally understood why Michael was interested in her.
It was simply because she bore a slight resemblance to Juniper in her features.
But she had self-awareness; her appearance was nowhere close to Juniper's.
She finally understood why Michael always bought her clothes. Once, she wore clothes she bought herself to accompany him out, but Michael asked her to change. She thought he was just saying it casually. but his attitude was unusually insistent. In the end, she had no choice but to wear the clothes he bought, and only then did his expression improve.
Now she finally understood. Only when she wore those clothes could Michael find a trace of Juniper in her, and she, Sinclair, was just a stand-in.
Ophelia had given Sinclair her number. Sinclair walked to the balcony and dialed it.
"Ophelia, this is Sinclair. Can you tell me about Juniper?"
On the other end of the phone, Ophelia hesitated for a few seconds and asked, "Are you sure you want to know? Once you know these things, you and Michael may not be able to get married."
Tonight, Ophelia had mentioned those things to Sinclair out of subconscious goodwill, not wanting this girl to be unjustly used as a substitute and hurt by Michael. But reason told her not to interfere in their marriage.
"Ophelia, please tell me. Once I start wondering about something, it's hard to stop."
Half an hour later, Sinclair hung up the phone and sat on the couch, feeling cold all over.
It turned out that when Michael saw her eating instant noodles, stopped her from eating unhealthy food, and kindly took her out to dinner, it was because he was reminded of Juniper. Juniper also loved instant noodles.
He wasn't concerned about her; it was Juniper he cared for.
In college, Juniper often tied her hair in a high ponytail and wore high-top canvas shoes, so Michael asked her to dress the same way. Juniper was allergic to alcohol and couldn't drink, so Michael didn't let her drink, even though she had a good tolerance for it.
She sat in the living room for a long time.
Eventually, Michael came out of the bedroom. "Why are you sitting here instead of sleeping?"
Sinclair looked at him pitifully and asked, "Michael, do you really want to marry me?"
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