Take Control of Yourself, Please novel (Anna and Liam)
Chapter 367 Please Leave

Amelia went over slowly and hugged him from behind, pressing her full and soft breasts on his back.

"Anyway you've watched and touched my body, you must marry me. Otherwise I will call out and tell everyone what you did, then you have no choice."

Michael was driven crazy.

'Why is she so hard to deal with?'

'What is this princess thinking?'

'How can she do these?'

'Doesn't she feel shame?'

Yet it's hardly the time to think of these, he must turn her away as soon as possible.

Michael hurried to prised her fingers from him and pressed the clothing on her hands. He took a second thought and rapidly took off his gown, wrapping it around her. Then he took big steps back to the desk, keeping away from Amelia.

"Ms. Dawson, I was forced to do that but didn't mean i 1.1 apologize, I'm sorry. Could you please put on your clothes first? Then we can have a talk, okay?"

Seeing him anxious in a sweat, Amelia said, "You're so boring."

Then she took off his gown in front of him, wearing her dress slowly.

Michael was nearly reduced to tears by Amelia, hastily turning his back on her and silently cursing her madness.

After a while, she dressed herself, "Alright, now you can turn around."

Michael dared not move and directly pointed at the door, "Well, Ms. Dawson, please go back now."

"Michael, I kid you not, I'm already dressed, what do you wanna tell me?"

'Didi!'

'Could you just leave?'

What else should he say to her?!

No more than "leave now"!

He turned around warily and was relieved to see her really dressed, wiping sweats off his forehead and giving a hollow laugh.

"Huh, well, Ms. Dawson, take a seat please. I'll get you some water."

Meanwhile he directly gave her a cup of water without asking her. He calmed himself with swigs of water, thinking how to get rid of her.

Amelia sipped the water leisurely as she had heaps of time on him.

They stared at each other silently for quite a while.

Finally Michael thought up an excuse and said.

"Ms. Dawson. As you can see, you are the daughter of the Dawson family, while I'm just a doctor of this hospital. I'm genuinely not worthy of you." "Never mind. I don't care. I'll support our family after w e marry."

Amelia had known Michael's pedigree.

Not only this hospital, but also numerous hospitals scattered around the country belonged to the Hart family.

Even Michael's mother heard of Nina who was dating with him through Amelia.

"No, the Dawson family is out of my league. I'll be stressed out if marrying you. Anyway I'm a man, how can I have my wife support the family? What a shame!"

"Besides, you should marry someone well-matched. There's a wide gap between us. It's impossible for me to catch up with you all my life! Would you sacrifice your status and wealth to marry a poor guy?"

Amelia laughed, "I'm nearly shaken by you! I can give up all those things to marry you and live an ordinary life, could you marry me?"

She rested her head and arms on Michael's desk lazily.

"I won't buy designer bags, sports cars and villas, and try to be a good wife for you, is it okay?"

"I'll cook for you and take care of everything at home!"

"Do you wanna be a housewife?" Michael pulled a wry face.

Amelia nodded, "Are you a little moved?"

Michael suddenly stood up, "Not at all. I'd rather die! I'm not interested in you! Leave me alone, okay?"

Amelia was surprised, seeing him annoyed.

If she drove Michael away from her, wouldn't all her efforts be in vain?

She stoo

up and looked at him.

"All right. I'm going back and thinking of it. And you too. Then we can talk again after thinking it out."

"You may take your time with it." Michael hastily pointed at the door.

Amelia glared at him, opening the door and leaving...

Michael took a sigh of relief, wiping the sweats off his forehead.

He didn't find Nina who was not far away with a bag of fried chicken. And she lost her grip on the bag, seeing Amelia walking out of Michael's office. 'Michael, how can you cheat me?'

Watching the receding figure of Amelia, Nina's eyes were blurred and tears dripped down.

It was late at night.

Nina sat alone on the lawn at the hospital, with her arms around the legs and her head between the knees.

She couldn't hold back her tears, her shoulders shaking and crying bitter.

A hot girl went out of his office and they had locked themselves in it. He couldn't be just seeing a patient anyway.

Amelia always came to the hospital for Michael, absolutely not for cure!

She felt her heart muffled and so hurt.

As if something pressed her heart and it was really painful.

At this time a middle-aged woman called her from above.

"Nina Scott?"

Nina was startled and raise her tearful eyes, looking at that woman.

"Sorry, madam, but who are you?"

Sherry sighed silently, seeing Nina crying.

'She is quite a cute girl, but why is she the daughter of that woman?' 'What a pity.'

She said calmly, "I'm the director of this hospital. I have a word with you about your mother. Come to my office."

Nina was shocked.

'The director of this hospital. Isn't she Michael's mom? I

She was badly frightened but still followed Sherry and wiped her tears.

They went into the office of the director.

Nina was nervous, standing in front of Sherry and asking quickly, "Mrs. Hart, is...my mom getting worse? Or I need to pay more for her cure?" Sherry gave her a blank stare, "Neither.1

"Ah?"

Nina was more nervous, her palms sweating and heart beating wildly.

Well, then, that must be about Michael?

"Um...Ms. Hart, my mom is in the ward, I gotta go now." She wanted to flee away.

"Wait a moment." Sherry stopped her.

Nina paused and stood still.

"Actually it's not for your mother, I said so just for convenience."

Nina's heart beat faster, "Well...what can I do for you?" Sherry stepped close to her, her voice not loud or cold but piercing.

"Please leave Michael."