Chapter 209 Did We Have Sex?
Dean thought, 'Michael's Daniel's boss, not mine. Why should I care what he says?'
He mulled it over for a bit, then shook his head. It was all for Elizabeth's sake. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't give Michael the time of day.
In the ER, Elizabeth felt weak all over, like her throat was on fire.
She needed water.
Barely conscious, eyes closed, she croaked out, "Water."
A strong arm lifted her up, and she leaned into a warm embrace.
A straw was placed in her mouth.
She drank eagerly, like a desert soaking up rain.
The cup was empty in no time.
She couldn't drink anymore, but she was still so thirsty and felt a bit frustrated.
"No more," she murmured.
She was gently placed back down.
The sound of the water dispenser filled the room.
She was lifted again, and the straw was back in her mouth.
She drank another cup.
"Enough," she said.
After two cups, her fever started to break, and her mind cleared up.
"Thanks," she said, not sure who she was thanking.
"You're welcome," came a familiar male voice.
Elizabeth's eyes flew open.
Michael's voice?
Why was he here?
She remembered leaving Sky Entertainment Club and crashing in her bed at home.
How did Michael end up here? Where was Calla?
Elizabeth looked around and realized she was in a hospital, an IV in her hand.
Michael was sitting by her bed, watching her.
"Why am I in the hospital?" she asked.
"You had a fever," Michael replied.
"I know. Did you bring me here?" she asked.
"Yeah," Michael said.
"Wasn't I at home?" she asked.
"I went to your house," Michael said.
Her eyes widened. "What were you doing at my house?"
"I called you, but you didn't answer. I called your company, and they said you didn't show up today," Michael explained.
"Where's my mom? Where's Dean?" she asked.
"Your mom's at home with the kids. Dean went back to get you some clothes," Michael said.
"Why were you looking for me?" she asked.
Michael stood up, looking down at her. "Elizabeth, I need to ask you something."
Elizabeth turned her head away. "I'm tired."
"I just need a yes or no," Michael insisted.
"My throat hurts," she deflected.
"You don't need to say much. A simple yes or no would do," Michael pointed out.
Elizabeth had no comeback.
She closed her eyes, pretending to sleep.
Michael leaned in close. "Elizabeth, avoiding me makes me think you're hiding something."
Elizabeth opened her eyes to find his face inches from hers. "Why would I avoid you?"
"Exactly. So why not answer my question? Or do you already know what I want to ask?" Michael pressed.
"What do you want to ask?" she said, meeting his gaze.
"Elizabeth, did we sleep together last night?" he asked softly.
Her eyes widened. "Michael! What are you talking about? We're divorced! How could that happen?"
Michael straightened up.
He frowned, eyes full of disbelief. "Did you go to Sky Entertainment Club last night?"
Elizabeth shrugged. "Yeah, I did. Sarah had a gift for me there. I went to check it out."
Michael clenched his jaw. "A gigolo gift?"
Elizabeth laughed. Her voice was still hoarse, making her laughter sound a bit strange. "Yep. Michael, are you jealous? Envious of the young, fit gigolo? Feeling a bit past your prime?"
Michael gritted his teeth, leaning in close. "Elizabeth, you better be telling the truth."
Elizabeth chuckled again. "Of course, it's true. Why would I lie about this?"
Michael searched her face for any sign of deceit.
Elizabeth met his gaze calmly. "Michael, why are you asking me this? Did you have a wet dream last night? Was I the star? Did you drink too much? If it was just a dream, I wouldn't hold it against you."
Michael finally backed off, standing up straight, his shoulders slumping.
Elizabeth's hand, hidden under the blanket, slowly unclenched. Her heart sank.
She asked casually, "Did you come to my house and bring me to the hospital just to ask me this?"
Michael nodded. "Yeah. I thought the person last night was you. I needed to know."
Elizabeth still smiled. "Michael, you must've been really drunk. I wonder, which beauty did you spend the night with?"
Michael's voice was cold. "Calla."
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "You and Calla finally slept together?"
Michael replied, "Yes. Elizabeth, you sound very happy."
Elizabeth said, "Of course. I'm happy for you. Your relationship finally has a conclusion. After all, Calla's been with you for a while. You two never slept together? Michael, who were you saving yourself for? You're quite the romantic."
Michael's expression darkened, his voice tight. "Elizabeth, were you with that gigolo all night?"
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "Yes. Otherwise? That's why I'm exhausted and got sick."
Michael's chest heaved, his face tense.
"Elizabeth, don't worry. I won't come to you again. From now on, we're completely done, never to disturb each other again!" With that, he clenched his fists and strode towards the door.
He yanked the door open and left.
Elizabeth called after him with a smile, "Couldn't ask for more. Take care, Mr. Thomas."
Her voice was hoarse, her throat felt like it was being cut with every word.
In the suddenly quiet hospital room, Elizabeth stared at the closed door, and the smile she had been holding finally disappeared.
She collapsed.
What did Michael just say?
Yeah, he said from now on they were completely done. He said they would never see each other again.
Yeah, he was finally going to be with Calla.
Calla's wish was finally coming true.
Logically, Elizabeth should be happy to hear him say that.
But that was before.
Now she buried herself in the blanket, letting the tears flow freely down her face.
Her throat hurt so much. But her heart hurt even more.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
