Chapter 111 Anna, I Regret It

When Anna woke up, it was already pitch dark outside.

Her head felt like it was about to explode, dizzy and aching.

Her whole body seemed drained of energy, making even moving a finger extremely difficult.

After the dizziness in front of her eyes subsided a bit, Anna opened her eyes and looked at the somewhat familiar decorations above her; her expression was dazed for a second.

She was stunned for a moment, then quickly turned her head to look at the sofa beside her.

She was caught off guard by Michael's deep and unreadable eyes.

Michael held a cigarette between his fingers but hadn't lit it.

Seeing her awake, he got up and walked to the bedside.

His deep and mysterious eyes fixed on her. "Awake?"

He sat on the edge of the bed, raising his hand, intending to touch her face.

Seeing his movement, Anna instinctively backed away.

But she had no strength, and her movements and speed were greatly limited.

As a result, Michael's fingers didn't directly touch her face but just brushed along the edge of her jaw.

Watching her evasive actions, Michael's eyes darkened a bit.

Anna looked at him warily, trying hard to sit up, "Why am I here? What did you do?"

Her voice was dry and hoarse.

Her red lips had a bit of dry skin.

Michael took the water cup from the table and handed it to her. "Drink some water to moisten your throat."

Anna glanced at it and then indifferently looked away.

Noticing her action, Michael sneered lightly. "Afraid I'll poison you?"

He put the cup back on the table, lowered his eyelids, and said meaningfully, "Anna, if I really wanted you dead, do you think you would still be alive now?"

Anna didn't have the strength to argue with him about these things.

She tightly dug her fingertips into her palm, trying to use the pain to temporarily suppress the dizziness inside her, making her thoughts clearer.

"Let me go." Her voice was very weak, but she forced herself to stay alert.

Looking at her like this, Michael seemed not to hear her words, and his eyes changed slightly.

After two seconds, he slowly said, "Anna, do you still remember our past?"

Anna didn't speak.

Michael continued talking to himself, "When we were abroad, you promised me that you would stay by my side forever, that you would always love me, that you would accompany me for a lifetime, that you would marry me and have children with me. Anna, we were so good together. I cherished you, and you saw me as your everything. But now, just two months later, have you fallen in love with Charles?"

When he said the last sentence, his voice was different from the previous low tone.

There was an unmistakable anger and gloom in his voice.

It seemed that if she said yes, he would strangle her immediately.

Anna bit her lip hard, looked down at her intact clothes, and then tried to move off the bed to leave.

Michael watched her movements.

As she was about to move to the edge of the bed, he suddenly narrowed his eyes.

He bent down, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her hard onto the bed. "Anna."

His gaze was obsessive and perverse as it swept over her disgusted face,

It was as if he wanted to etch her into his very being while simultaneously crushing her spirit, breaking her pride and defiance. He aimed to make her utterly dependent on him, devoid of any means to survive on her own.

"Anna." He controlled her struggles, his cold fingertips brushing past the corner of her eye.

The look of disgust and rejection on her face deeply stung Michael's heart, but he showed no expression.

He just tightened his grip on her wrist. "Anna, I regret it."

He pressed down on her, gently approaching her cheek. "Anna, I regret letting you come back."

If she hadn't returned to the country.

If she was still abroad.

If she hadn't gotten a marriage certificate with Charles.

Then, she would still be his little girl.

The past two months of torment and pain made Michael's regret grow deeper.

"Let go of me!" Anna didn't want to hear his words.

The past was already gone.

What could he make up for by saying these things now?

Moreover, wasn't her current situation caused by him?

He had created the current situation, and now he was telling her he regretted it.

If saying regret could change the past, then she regretted it too!

She regretted meeting him in the first place, and regretted trusting him wholeheartedly like a fool for eight years!

"Anna." Michael forcibly turned her jaw, making her look at him. "Can we go back to the past?"

His eyes were filled with obsessive madness, wishing he could lock her in the room forever.

So that she could only see him.

To completely remove Charles from her life!

"Michael," Anna clung to the last bit of reason and clarity, looking at him calmly, "The past is just the past. Not to mention that I am now married to Charles, but can you let go of your father's matter?"

A trace of struggle flashed across Michael's face.

Seeing his expression, Anna spoke mockingly. "Since you chose hatred, don't involve me anymore. Let's go our separate ways. It's time for us to move on."

Hearing her last sentence, Michael's grip on her wrist suddenly tightened.

The bone-deep pain made Anna instinctively frown.

"Anna, you want to cut ties with me?" He sneered, "How is that possible? Anna. Do you know what I regret the most?"

Anna frowned, trying to push away his restraint with her elbow.

However, having consumed M-type strong liquor, she could barely walk steadily, let alone push away Michael.

Michael was not unaware of her constant struggles.

But her strength was too small to make him take it seriously.