Chapter 291 Taste the Flavor in Your Mouth
Elizabeth leaned out, looking at Michael, still holding her wine glass.
Michael closed his eyes tightly, exhaling heavily through his nose.
Elizabeth knew he was trying hard to control his anger. She stepped out from behind Dean and gave him a push. "You go back first, put the kids to bed."
Dean's eyes widened, pointing at his chest in disbelief. "Me? Elizabeth, you're telling me to leave?"
Elizabeth nodded. "Yes, you go back first."
Dean pointed at Michael. "What about him? Are you going with him again?"
Elizabeth pushed him towards the door. "Just go!"
Dean almost stumbled from her push.
Seeing Elizabeth silently give him an OK gesture, Dean had no choice but to leave reluctantly.
Elizabeth felt someone grab her collar from behind. She didn't need to guess; she knew it was Michael.
She turned to face him. "Mr. Thomas, how does it feel to be surrounded by beautiful women?"
Michael was taken aback. He hadn't even asked her why she was drinking here so late, and she was already questioning him. He laughed in anger. "What, are you jealous?"
Elizabeth raised her glass, downed the liquid, placed the glass on the bar, and turned to leave. "You're overthinking it."
Michael grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
Elizabeth was pinned between him and the bar, unable to move. She was annoyed. "Michael! What are you doing?"
Seeing her angry and embarrassed, Michael suddenly became interested. "Really mad? I said I'd drink with you. Weren't you having fun drinking just now?"
Elizabeth turned her head away. "I didn't drink."
Michael grabbed her chin, turning her face back to him. The next second, his nose was close to her lips. "Really didn't drink? Let me smell."
Elizabeth's eyes widened, seeing his handsome face suddenly so close, she instinctively leaned back.
Michael pulled her closer, holding the back of her head, bringing her face even closer to his. "Open your mouth. Let me see how much you drank."
Elizabeth blushed. 'Who checks if someone has been drinking like this? It's so embarrassing! So humiliating!'
She pushed him hard. "I really didn't drink..."
Her hands were still pressed against Michael's chest. Her eyes were wide open. Her lips were already sealed by his.
He had just been drinking, his mouth tasted of alcohol. His tongue, with a strong taste of alcohol, swept through her mouth, making her unable to speak.
There was also a cheap perfume smell on him, a bit pungent.
It seemed those bar girls had been very close to him.
Elizabeth suddenly lost interest, turning her head away, her expression cold.
Michael, however, showed a hint of a smile. He raised his hand, wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and looked at her. "So it really wasn't alcohol. You were drinking juice? Pretty sweet. Just what I needed to sober up."
Elizabeth didn't look at him, her mouth turned down. "Mr. Thomas, surrounded by beauties, having a great time drinking, huh?"
Michael's mouth clearly curved up. "Still won't admit you're jealous?"
He glanced around. The people who had come out with him quickly averted their eyes, pretending to look elsewhere. Some scratched their heads, others their ears.
He ignored them. There were plenty of people looking for him to solve problems every day. He couldn't handle everything.
He pulled Elizabeth towards the bar's exit.
Elizabeth stumbled along beside him, being dragged out. She struggled, prying at his hand, shouting, "Michael, I can walk by myself!"
Michael glanced at her, then simply picked her up, striding out.
The driver, seeing Michael carrying Elizabeth out, was not surprised at all, and opened the back door skillfully.
Michael placed Elizabeth in the back seat.
Someone tapped on the window outside.
Elizabeth was surprised. "Dean?"
She tried to open the door, but Michael pressed her hand down.
Elizabeth turned her head. "Dean is still waiting for me!"
Michael gave her a cool glance, then pressed the partition button. "Drive."
The driver quickly started the car.
Elizabeth's eyes widened. "Michael!"
Michael crossed his right leg over his left, leaning back comfortably. "I'm here."
"Where are you taking me? It's late, I want to go home!"
"Stop shouting. What's the point?"
He glanced at her lightly. "Or do you want to cooperate with me here, in the car, and shout even louder?"
Elizabeth knew what he meant by cooperating, so she shut her mouth.
Michael tugged at her sleeve. "Come closer. I have something to tell you."
Elizabeth, still angry, yanked her sleeve back. She moved too forcefully, her hand hitting the window, making her cry out in pain.
Michael couldn't help but pull her over. "Are you trying to provoke me?"
He pressed her onto his lap, lowering his head, kissing her fiercely.
Elizabeth fell into his arms, her upper body controlled by him, unable to move, only her legs free to kick around.
At this moment, her legs kicked aimlessly, trying to kick Michael, but couldn't reach him.
Michael hadn't intended to force her like this. But just now in the bar, tasting her sweet flavor, he hadn't had enough. And now, her actions in the car made him want to pin her down.
With Elizabeth finally in his arms, his voice dropped to a husky whisper. "Elizabeth, I'm telling you, stop moving. Otherwise, I can't guarantee we won't end up making love in this car."
Hearing this, Elizabeth immediately stayed still.
Michael, however, didn't want to stop. His body had already reacted.
He continued kissing Elizabeth. His hand had already slipped under her clothes.
Elizabeth, through her clothes, held his hand tightly. She looked at him with stubborn eyes.
Michael looked back at her. His eyes were burning with desire.
In this position, it was easy for him to slip his hand inside.
He swallowed heavily, his Adam's apple moving up and down.
Elizabeth saw him clenching his jaw, clearly struggling to hold back.
The next second, he helped Elizabeth straighten her clothes, setting her upright.
He glanced down at his own physical reaction, then looked at Elizabeth helplessly.
Elizabeth also saw the bulge in his pants. She turned to look out the window, saying softly, "Serves you right. You brought this on yourself."
Michael rubbed his forehead. "Come closer. I have a question for you."
Elizabeth didn't want to defy him at this moment, so she moved closer.
"Why did you suddenly decide to go to that bar tonight?"
"Why do you care?"
She glanced at Michael's expression, then rolled her eyes and changed her tone. "Dean wanted to drink, so I went with him."
"Elizabeth, I want the truth."
Elizabeth frowned. "I'm telling the truth."
"Elizabeth, are you going to tell me yourself, or do I have to make you?"
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