Take Control of Yourself, Please novel (Anna and Liam)

Chapter 342 I Belong to You Alone

"What are you two doing!"

Nina and Michael turned back to see Amelia standing at the entrance to his office, eyes widened in fury, pointing at the two of them, infuriated.

Nina pouted, muttering under her breath, "You are highly sought after indeed, in just a moment’s time someone is here for you."

Michael felt a headache coming on at the sight of Amelia. Nina's teasing comment made him want to dig a hole and bury himself in it.

He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose awkwardly.

He just commented offhandedly, he never expected it t o come true so quickly!

Karma was a bitch indeed.

In the space of a few quick breaths, Amelia strode over in front of them, her heels clicking on the floor.

Noticing their laced fingers, she asked him questioningly, "Michael, who is she?"

Amelia recognized Nina, she met her when Anna was hospitalized.

She wanted to know who she was to him!

Michael was irritated by her questioning attitude as if he had wronged her. His voice turned cold, "Miss Dawson, she is my girlfriend and my future wife."

Nina loved his introduction of her, quietly giving him a thumbs up.

"Michael, you lied to me. How come I didn’t know you had a girlfriend? Even if you wanted to reject me, you shouldn't use a dirty trick like this."

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"Michael, I know you have feelings for me! Is it because you think our families are not compatible, and there’s some bad blood between us, that's why you didn't accept me?"

Amelia stared at him as if she was certain Michael was deeply in love with her.

Nina couldn't stand it anymore.

She stepped forward and stood in front of him, "Don't think too much of yourself! My Mikey won’t go to such lengths to reject you!”

"Your Mikey? What do you mean your Mikey?”

A few nurses overheard the commotion in the office and crowded around the entrance to take a look.

The nurses all thought Michael and Nina were the perfect couple.

Even though some of them were jealous, in comparison to Amelia, they much preferred the kind and good-natured Nina.

One of the nurses whispered under their breath, "Miss Dawson is going crazy again."

"If she's mental, she should see a psychiatrist!"

"Exactly, the psychiatric department is right next door!"

"I told her that the last time she came, why is she causing trouble here again?

Amelia heard the various jibes made against her, fury bubbled in her chest, she pointed at them and shouted, "Get out! All of you!"

She was already furious by the chaos caused at home by Chloe, who knew she would be further angered here!

Did her status as the only daughter of the Dawson family mean nothing at all?

"Who are you to order us around? Because you’re a Dawson? What's the big deal, society has evolved now!"

The nurses weren’t afraid of Amelia at all.

After all, they had Michael supporting them.

"Miss Dawson, please open your eyes and take a good look, Dr. Hart is a taken man now!"

"Exactly, and she’s Nina Scott, this beautiful lady right here."

The nurses stood together and laughed.

Amelia's face flushed red in anger.

The nurses started chattering again, "Nina, quick, ask Dr. Hart to do something for you, and hook your finger at him.”

"I'm sure he'll do anything for you."

The nurses laughed till tears welled up in their eyes.

Michael chuckled, he was used to being so serious all the time. He wasn't familiar with jokes like these.

Nina glanced at Michael, her lips curling up into a smile.

She wanted to break him out of his solemn shell.

"Mikey," she called, hooking her finger at him.

"...Yes, Ma'am." Michael cooperated with her joke awkwardly.

Nina suppressed the urge to laugh, lay a hand on his shoulder, and said, "I'm tired, please help me back to the villa."

"...Yes, Ma’am."

The nurses roared in laughter again.

Michael's face was completely red, but still he played along, holding Nina's hand and helping her out of the office.

The nurses cheered in happiness behind them.

Even though Michael felt awkward, he laughed along with them happily.

Amelia was so furious her face turned purple. Her lips trembled, unable to squeeze out a single word.

Nina turned back and saw her infuriated expression, gleeful satisfaction filling her chest.

She hooked an arm around Michael's shoulders," You're mine! No one can take you away from me, I’ll fight anyone who tries!"

Michael laughed, gentle gaze soft and sweet like honey.

"I’m yours for life."

"Michael, don’t you dare leave!"

Michael turned and looked at her coldly.

"Miss Dawson, I'm sorry but I think you understand the situation, I have a girlfriend! So please stop bothering us, I hope you find the right man for you soon."

Amelia stared at their retreating backs and screamed i n anger, stomping her foot on the ground petulantly, sharp heel-clicking against the tiles.

"Michael Hart! How can you be with such a lowly girl like Nina Scott!"

She clenched her fists in anger, gaze like a set of ice-cold daggers.

She would never allow the two of them to be together.

She gritted her teeth and muttered under her breath," Michael, if your family finds out about the two of you, they will never agree!”

Nina held Michael's hand and watched from the window as Amelia left the hospital, her heels clicking against the floor aggressively.

She laughed gleefully, raising her eyebrows at him, "S o? Aren’t I Powerful?"

Michael caressed her full cheeks lovingly, "So powerful, you're different from the rest."

"Of course! Who am I! I’m your little Nina!” Nina leaned on his shoulder happily.

Bruce Walker had been receiving treatment at the hospital for the past few days, he could now move around in a wheelchair, rolling himself in and out of the ward as he pleased.

He had been trapped in the word for days, he was bored till death.

Since he couldn’t leave, the only place he could only roll around the hallways in the building.

He rolled his wheelchair and passed by ward by ward.

A nurse stopped him, "I'm sorry, but this is a VVIP room, you're not allowed here.

Let me push you downstairs back to your ward."

Bruce leaned into the wheelchair, allowing the nurse t o push him away.

"Money can surely perform wonders huh, even patients are classified by status!"

Right at this moment, Bruce caught sight of a familiar figure walking out of the ward.

He hurriedly straightened up in the wheelchair.

One of his legs was wrapped in plaster, hanging stiffly from his thigh, sitting up required a lot of effort, and pain too.

But now he didn’t have the presence of mind to care about these small details.

Because he just saw Chloe and Bryan.