Chapter 259 Tryst
Elizabeth was just putting up with Michael's torment this time. Bitterness welled up inside her.
When he finally finished, she ignored the ache in her body, got up quickly, and headed to the bathroom for a shower.
Michael watched her, his face cold. He sat down and lit a cigarette, something he hadn't done in ages. He wondered, why did he force Elizabeth to sleep with him?
Was it really to get back at her for Calla's kid? If it was revenge, couldn't he do it another way?
Make Elizabeth go broke? Or make her pay up? If that didn't work, hire someone to rough her up.
Thinking about it, Michael got up, stubbed out the cigarette, got dressed, and walked out.
He got out of the elevator and called Matthew. "You still at the banquet hall?" he asked.
Matthew replied, "Yeah."
Michael said, "Meet me at the bar on the first floor."
Matthew agreed.
From Michael's tone, it was clear he was in a bad mood again.
When Matthew got to the bar, there was an open bottle of liquor on the table in front of Michael.
Michael was sitting there, drinking alone.
Matthew walked over, grabbed a glass, and poured himself a drink. He raised his glass and clinked it with Michael's.
"Drinking alone? What's eating you?" he asked.
Michael just raised his glass, tilted his head back, and downed the drink.
Matthew watched him in silence.
Michael's tie was loose, and the top button of his shirt was undone. His suit jacket was draped over a chair. He looked both sad and broken.
Seeing this, Matthew almost felt bad for him.
In the dim bar light, Michael lowered his head, hiding his eyes. His long eyelashes cast shadows under the light.
Even looking all messed up, he was still so handsome it was hard to look away.
Two long-haired girls in short skirts walked over to Michael.
One of them stood in front of him, bent down a bit, and smiled.
"Hey handsome, can I get your number?" she asked.
Michael looked up at her with bloodshot eyes and slowly said, "Scram."
The two girls, holding hands, walked away angrily.
One of them said, "Just 'cause you're good-looking doesn't mean you can be so rude! No wonder you got dumped!"
Hearing this, Matthew chuckled.
Michael kicked his leg and asked, "What's so funny?"
Matthew crossed his legs and smiled. "I'm laughing at you, of course!" he replied.
Michael rolled his eyes and kept drinking.
Matthew scooted closer and nudged Michael's shoulder with his own.
"Be honest, Michael, do you still have feelings for Elizabeth?" he asked.
Michael held his glass in silence, then finished his drink. As he reached for the bottle to pour more, Matthew stopped him.
"Michael, you've had enough tonight. You shouldn't drink anymore," Matthew said.
But Michael brushed his hand away.
"It's fine. I know my limit. I won't get drunk," Michael said.
He filled his glass and placed it on the table, his thumb gently rubbing the rim.
"Why do you ask?" he asked.
Matthew was stunned for a moment before realizing which question Michael was referring to.
"Because you didn't have an engagement ceremony with Calla. If you loved Calla, how could you let her face the embarrassment alone?" Matthew responded.
Michael said, "You're right. I don't like Calla. Everyone can see that, except for that foolish woman."
Matthew said, "You mean Elizabeth? She thinks you love Calla?"
Michael nodded.
Matthew asked, "And she still agreed to have your child?"
Michael shook his head. "She didn't agree. I've been forcing her. I told her that once she gets pregnant with my child, I'll let her go."
Matthew was a bit taken aback. "She didn't resist?"
"She did. But," Michael glanced at him, "do you think her resistance had any effect on me?"
Matthew nodded. "True. But, Michael, I think you're missing something."
Michael raised an eyebrow. "What?"
Matthew replied, "Elizabeth is really stubborn. If she didn't have feelings for you, no matter how much you forced her, she wouldn't go along with it."
Michael fell into deep thought.
Yeah, she resisted every time. But her body always gave in.
Thinking about it, Michael downed another glass of liquor.
He wondered, 'Does she really still have feelings for me? Will she actually want to have my child?'
At the Thomas Mansion, Anthony was playing games in his room when Calla called him.
Anthony looked at the incoming call, biting his lip. He didn't know if he should answer.
He had seen Calla frame Elizabeth at the mansion that day. He knew Elizabeth was innocent, but he couldn't defend her.
The child Calla had carried was his, and now that child was gone. He hadn't even seen its face before it disappeared. Calla hadn't wanted it to live, not wanting it to be her burden and evidence of their affair. Anthony's heart still ached.
He knew Calla was beyond his control—she was too cunning. If he stayed with her, she'd manipulate him.
The phone kept ringing.
Anthony, as if making a decision, swiped to answer.
Calla's voice sounded impatient. "Anthony! Why did you take so long to answer?"
Anthony's voice was calmer than usual. "What's up?"
Calla seemed taken aback, probably not expecting him to be so cold.
After all, in her mind, he always obeyed her without question.
So Calla softened her tone. "Are you still at the mansion?"
Anthony replied, "Of course. This is my home. Didn't you move out?"
Calla said, "Yeah, I moved out. But I'm nearby now. Can you meet me at the back door?"
Anthony hesitated for a moment but then went downstairs.
As he walked through the courtyard to the back door, Calla called out, "Anthony, is that you?"
He responded through the door, "It's me. Why are you back? Why not use the front door?"
Calla said, "Open the door."
Anthony opened the door, and Calla quickly slipped inside.
Spotting a tall shrub by the wall, she looked around, then pulled Anthony into its shadow and pushed him against the wall.
She asked, "Anthony, why are you so cold to me?"
Anthony turned his head away, not looking at her.
He spoke softly, "Do I even have the right to see you? In your eyes, I'm just someone to be ashamed of, right? I don't even deserve to have my own child."
Calla turned his face to look at her. "Anthony, be honest, have you missed me these past few days?"
Anthony lowered his head.
Seeing this, Calla whispered angrily, "You coward!"
Anthony finally looked up, staring deeply into her eyes.
He said, "If I said I missed you, would you allow it?"
This seemed to please Calla.
She pulled him and said, "Come on, take me to your room."
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