Page 44 of Surprise! I'm Engaged To My Boss
CAMILA
If I had been stunned by the size of Michael Turner’s house, it was no different when I saw the Harris residence.
Apparently, they were also very successful businesspeople, rolling in money. Little Alice would have a princess-like life no matter who won custody.
But I was really rooting for Michael.
And that support only grew stronger after I met Margaret and Caleb Harris.
How could I define them?
Oh sure, a good word for them would be:unbearable.
As soon as a maid allowed us into the living room and they came to meet us, they looked me up and down with disgusted expressions on their faces.
At first, there was no sign of the child. Apparently, they intended to have a conversation with Michael first.
“So... You're engaged...” Margaret said, studying us cautiously.
Michael took my hand and lifted it, showing the ring on my finger.
“You don't give a woman a diamond like that by chance, do you?”
“Of course not,” she replied, seriously. “I only asked because it was a relationship that took us by surprise.”
“Really? It shouldn't, since you had your lawyers spy on me, right? We intended to be more discreet, but apparently, you went so far as to infiltrate someone in a party at my office.”
Caleb took the floor, “You are in a legal dispute to take our granddaughter away from us. The least we need to know is whether you have the moral standing to raise her.”
“And are you convinced that I have it?”
“A diamond on a woman's finger, no matter how big or expensive, is not enough to prove it. We have reason to believe that there is some lie in all this. And if there is, we will find out.”
That made my blood boil. And from the way Michael's grip tightened on my hand, I could tell the same happened to him.
Suddenly, I felt like this fight wasn't just Michael's anymore. Those two idiots couldn't talk to him like that!
I wrapped my arms around Michael's, in a gesture so intimate that it even caught his attention. When he looked at me, I used the most honeyed tone of voice I could muster.
“Honey, you warned me that the atmosphere in this house wasn't the friendliest. But I'm so anxious to meet your baby, will it still be long?”
Looking me in the eyes, Michael smiled, then looked back at the Harrises as he replied, “I sincerely hope not, my love. I have a court order allowing me to visit my daughter, and I believe Margaret and Caleb won’t try to stop that, will you?”
The two huffed, clearly irritated, and then left, shouting the name of some maid – probably the girl's nanny – to bring her to us.
As soon as they left, Michael and I sat down on a comfortable couch. I didn't even realize that I was still clinging to his arm.
A very strong and muscular arm, I couldn't help but notice that.
“Thank you for that,” he thanked me in a low voice, probably not wanting to be heard by the maid who remained in the room, with her eyes fixed on us, as if she feared that at any moment we might run away and steal something.
Who would want to steal something from the tacky decor in that room?
“The deal was that we really should look like engaged couples, right?” I replied. “Especially to those two vultures over there.”
“Vulturesis the perfect definition.”
“I noticed. Just look at how lifeless this place is. It doesn't even look like they have a child living in this house.”
