Chapter 282 Lovemaking
Michael held the back of Elizabeth's head with one hand and guided himself with the other, moving rhythmically in and out of her mouth.
Elizabeth looked up at him, making uncomfortable sounds.
Finally, she couldn't take the intensity anymore.
She pushed his hand away, bent over, and dry-heaved. Tears streamed down her face.
Michael quickly crouched down, patting her back. "I'm sorry. Was I too rough?" he asked.
Elizabeth was about to scold him, but when she turned her head, she saw the prominent scar on his chest. Her heart softened.
She wiped her tears and looked at him. "Lie down," she said.
Michael looked at her, confused, but he obeyed and lay down.
Elizabeth then tied her hair back. She gently leaned over and slowly took him into her mouth.
At this, Michael's body arched slightly with excitement. He couldn't help but moan.
His large hand slid under Elizabeth's shoulder, gently caressing her soft breasts.
Elizabeth moved continuously on top of him, her hands exploring his muscular body.
Michael enjoyed her touch.
After a while, he pushed her away, quickly finishing himself off with his hand.
He panted heavily, pulling Elizabeth into his arms and kissing her forehead gently.
Elizabeth looked up and said, "Why didn't you let me finish?"
Michael's eyes were tender. "I was afraid you'd start retching again," he said.
Hearing this, Elizabeth buried her head in his chest, embarrassed.
She then pushed him lightly and said, "You're all sweaty. Go take a shower!"
Yet Michael pulled her closer, playfully rubbing his sweat on her. "Let's shower together."
Elizabeth shook her head and said, "No, you go ahead. We've been out here long enough."
Michael showered quickly, emerging from the bathroom with water still dripping from his body and a white robe loosely around his waist.
He saw Elizabeth tidying up her clothes and handed her a towel. "Help me dry my hair," he said.
Elizabeth took the towel and asked, "Isn't there a hairdryer?"
Michael sat on the bed and pulled her onto his lap.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and replied, "The hairdryer is too loud. I wouldn't be able to hear you."
Hearing this, Elizabeth felt a wave of tenderness.
At this moment, they seemed like a couple in love.
She didn't want to ruin the moment, so she quietly dried his hair.
Michael spoke softly. "Tomorrow, I'll take you to the hospital for a check-up, okay?"
Elizabeth paused and asked, "Are you afraid I'm faking the pregnancy?"
Michael looked up and replied, "Of course not. I just want to make sure you're healthy, and the baby too."
Elizabeth's expression turned cold. "If the baby isn't healthy, would you want me to get an abortion?" she asked.
Michael frowned and said, "Don't be so sensitive. I never said I didn't want the baby. I just want you to get checked."
Elizabeth's face hardened. "I've already had a check-up. Everything is fine," she said.
She shoved the towel into his hand and stood up to leave.
Michael grabbed her arm and asked, "Are you never going to forgive me for making you get an abortion back then?"
Elizabeth didn't look at him, standing tall and cold. "Yes. These past few years, I haven't been able to convince myself to forgive you."
Michael stood behind her and said, "You only see your own pain. Have you ever considered my perspective?"
Elizabeth turned around and retorted, "Your perspective?"
Michael sighed, "Before you got pregnant, I was in a coma. I knew I don't have the superpower to make love to you while being unconscious. So, the baby might not have been mine. And you listed Anthony as the father in the hospital records."
He looked at her steadily and continued, "Put yourself in my shoes. Would you accept the child under those circumstances? Wouldn't it bother you for the rest of your life?"
Elizabeth gently pushed his hands away and said, "But Anthony and I never had any intimate contact."
He turned her to face him and said, "I'm not a mind reader. From my perspective, you were together for three years. I didn't know anything else."
Hearing this, Elizabeth closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Michael was right. She couldn't argue with that. Back then, it was unrealistic to expect him to wake up from his coma and fall in love with her immediately.
However, Elizabeth continued, "Later, you found out it was your mother who had the doctors use your sperm to impregnate me through IVF. You didn't need to do anything."
Hearing this, Michael lowered his head and responded, "Yes, you told me."
Elizabeth's voice was steady. "She was afraid you'd die in a coma without an heir. She didn't want your fortune to go to your nephew and brother."
Michael held her shoulders again and said, "Elizabeth, I thought about it..."
Yet Elizabeth interrupted, "You thought about the possibility, didn't you? You knew the baby could be yours. But you still forced me to get rid of them! Why?"
She continued, her voice rising with years of pent-up frustration. "Why did my baby have to die? Why could Calla carry your child? Even when she miscarried, you blamed me!"
Her chest heaved with emotion. "Michael, didn't you ever wonder? Her pregnancy was far along. Why would she miscarry so easily when I visited? Was the baby that unhealthy? If so, why didn't the prenatal tests show it? Why did you trust her over me?" she pressed.
Michael had his doubts about Calla's baby. He had considered a paternity test, but the fetus was cremated with others.
In his heart, he almost wanted to believe Elizabeth caused the miscarriage. It gave him leverage over her, a way to keep her close.
He had even thought, perhaps that was the only purpose Calla's baby served.
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