Chapter 204 She Heard the Moaning
Elizabeth gently wiped away Michael's tears with her hand.
Michael took it as a sign and suddenly scooped her up in his arms.
Startled, Elizabeth gasped as she was lifted into the air. "Michael, what are you doing?"
Panting heavily, Michael kicked open the small door inside the private room.
Elizabeth had no idea the private rooms at Sky Entertainment Club were set up like this.
Outside, there were tables, chairs, and sofas for drinking and chatting. Inside, there was a large bed, and it was obvious what it was for.
Elizabeth watched as Michael placed her on the bed and immediately began to struggle.
She knew what was coming next. "Michael, no, we can't do this. Let me go. I need to leave."
Michael held her down firmly, his eyes filled with pain. "Elizabeth, do you really not want me anymore? You'd rather come here to find other men than be with me?"
Elizabeth felt a pang of guilt. "No, Michael, you misunderstood. Listen to me. I didn't know what this place was at first."
She couldn't reveal Sarah's involvement. If Michael found out Sarah brought her here, would he let Sarah go?
While Elizabeth was thinking, Michael had already pulled her dress down to her chest.
The coolness on her chest brought Elizabeth back to her senses.
She cried out and clutched her dress tightly. "Michael, snap out of it! I'm Elizabeth! We're already divorced! You can't do this to me anymore!"
Michael acted like he didn't hear her.
He kissed her roughly, preventing her from speaking.
He pinned her wrists above her head with his large hands.
He seemed driven by a deep obsession, stubbornly calling out to her, "Elizabeth, I want you."
Elizabeth stopped struggling.
Michael was drunk, and her resistance was futile.
Besides, she asked herself if she missed him.
The answer was yes.
In the four years since she left him, she had thought of him countless times.
She missed the cool touch of his fingers on her body, the faint smell of tobacco on him, the deep look in his eyes when he looked at her, and his domineering kisses.
Thinking of this, Elizabeth slightly tilted her head and responded to the kiss.
Michael's breathing grew heavier. He stood up and took off his shirt.
Bare-chested, he pressed down on Elizabeth again.
Meanwhile, Calla came out of the men's clothing store, hurriedly carrying clothes back to the hotel.
She opened the door to the room, and it was empty.
Michael's wet shirt was still draped over the sofa.
Calla called Michael, but no one answered.
She started to feel anxious.
Coming back now was perfect timing. It was exactly when Michael was at his most intense.
Calla had already prepared herself to welcome Michael's pouncing body.
But to her surprise, Michael wasn't there.
Calla felt like she was going crazy.
Where should she go to find Michael?
She called Daniel. "Mr. Taylor, do you know where Michael went? He was just in the hotel room, but now he's gone. He's drunk, and I'm really worried something might happen to him outside."
Daniel replied, "He went to Sky Entertainment Club."
Calla was puzzled. "Sky Entertainment Club? Isn't that place full of gigolos? Why would he go there?"
Daniel stammered. "Elizabeth went there."
Calla was furious again. She held the phone, her chest heaving violently.
She wanted to smash everything in the room, but she knew it wouldn't help her anger.
Taking several deep breaths, she tried to calm herself down.
No, she couldn't just sit here doing nothing. She had to fix this while there was still time.
She hurried downstairs and told the driver to take her to Sky Entertainment Club as fast as possible.
When she got to the club entrance, the driver pointed out, "Dr. Griffin, that's Mr. Thomas' car."
Calla looked where the driver pointed.
Sure enough, the black Rolls-Royce Michael usually rode in was parked nearby.
Even though the license plate was covered, she recognized it immediately.
Confirming Michael was in the club, Calla stormed inside.
She started pushing open door after door in a fit of rage.
She needed to see what Michael and Elizabeth were up to.
As she barged into rooms, she heard people cursing at being disturbed.
Calla didn't care about any of that now.
The longer she delayed, the worse it would be for her.
Finally, in an empty private room, she spotted Elizabeth's handbag. She recognized it right away.
Elizabeth always carried it with her and never let it out of her sight.
What was going on today? Why would she leave her handbag here?
There was an opened bottle of red wine on the table, as if it had just been drunk.
Calla walked around the room and noticed a small door behind the sofa.
She stood by the door, about to turn the handle, and indescribable sounds instantly reached her ears.
The moans and cries of pleasure from a man and a woman, their heavy breathing, and the sounds of bodies colliding all rushed into her ears at once.
Calla stood there stiffly, her hand still on the doorknob.
All the blood rushed to her head, and she nearly fainted.
She leaned against the wall and slowly sat back down on the sofa.
Her body was stiff, and her mind almost stopped working.
She found an empty wine glass in the cabinet, filled it with wine, and drank it all in one go.
She sat there drinking, listening to the sounds of the two inside, which gradually subsided.
She knew those voices all too well.
As Calla was pouring herself another drink, the door opened.
Elizabeth came out, her hair disheveled and her clothes in disarray.
When she saw Calla in the room, she was shocked and immediately felt ashamed, her face blushing.
She stammered, "Calla, when did you get here?"
Calla didn't look at her and kept drinking, only feeling bitterness in her mouth.
She said, "Elizabeth, did you have a good time tonight? I could hear you two going at it with such passion and abandon."
Elizabeth lowered her head. "I'm sorry."
Calla sneered. "Elizabeth, I remember we agreed to keep each other's secrets. And you were not to have any more entanglements with Michael. So, what did you do?"
Elizabeth slowly tidied her hair and picked up her handbag.
She said again, "I'm sorry."
Calla looked through the open door and saw Michael sleeping soundly on the bed. "Elizabeth, you owe me. This time, Michael was drunk. The person who made love to him and spent the night with him was me. You were never here. Do you understand?"
Elizabeth lowered her head.
She said, "I was never here. I never saw Michael."
Calla was satisfied. "Good. You can leave now."
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