Chapter 332 Perfect Harmony
She pressed her face against his chest, feeling his heart race.
At the bedroom door, he gently set her down.
The door opened again, only to be kicked shut in an instant.
He pulled her close, pinning her against the door, and began kissing her eagerly.
They kissed as they started undressing each other.
Still kissing, they slowly moved further into the room.
Soon, they were both completely undressed. Clothes, shoes, and socks were scattered across the carpet, evidence of their impatience.
He held her and gently laid her on the bed. Propping himself up on his arms, he looked down at her.
Elizabeth felt shy under his gaze and turned her face away, her voice carrying a hint of playful annoyance. "Turn off the lights!"
She heard him chuckle softly, a sound that seemed to come from deep within his chest.
He complied, picking up the remote and turning off the lights.
A flash of lightning outside startled Elizabeth, making her shiver slightly. Michael immediately pulled her into his arms, his lips finding hers once more.
His movements were urgent, his breathing heavy, as if he had been holding back for a long time.
Elizabeth, breathless, reminded him, "Slow down... be careful of my stomach."
Michael paused, his chest heaving as he hovered above her.
"I'm sorry, I'll be careful," he whispered.
His hot breath brushed against her face, making her blush even more.
She thought, 'Thankfully the lights are off, he can't see anything.' Otherwise, he might tease her, and she was just as eager.
They were both naked, kissing passionately, their bodies trembling slightly with both excitement and restraint.
Her soft hands roamed over his muscular chest, his strong back, his lean waist, and his hard erection.
His rough hands caressed her slender neck, her smooth back, her firm breasts, her round hips, and her warm vagina.
He worshipped her body, gently licking her, drawing out soft moans of pleasure from her lips and causing her body to tremble uncontrollably.
She knelt before him, like his most devoted maid, her mouth enveloping his erect penis, moving slowly.
The long-forgotten sensation excited him, thrilling him even more.
They explored each other's bodies eagerly, stoking each other's passion.
Their bodies pressed tightly together, leaving no space between them, merging as one.
The room's temperature rose suddenly, their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat, but they didn't care.
He thought, this time, he would make sure she was satisfied.
On the other side of town, Toby rushed to Calla's hospital room as soon as he got off the plane.
He pushed open the door and saw Calla lying in bed, her eyes covered with bandages, and his heart ached.
Calla was his biological daughter, a successful neurosurgeon before returning home, with a promising future, a stable job, and a good income.
Who could have imagined that in just a year, she would end up like this?
Toby walked over and sat on the chair by the bed. He pressed Calla's hand through the blanket, sobbing quietly.
Calla, half-asleep, woke up at the sound of crying. She struggled to sit up, reaching out blindly. "Dad, is that you? Did you come to see me?"
Toby grasped her hand tightly, tears streaming down his face. "It's me, sweetie. Don't worry. I'll take care of you."
He hugged Calla, gently patting her back. "I didn't care enough about you before. I'm so sorry."
Calla cried in his arms, "Dad."
Toby let her go, wiped his tears, and asked, "How did your eyes end up like this? What did the doctors say? Can they be treated?"
Calla didn't speak. She turned her head slightly towards Anthony's direction.
The background noise of the game suddenly stopped, and Anthony stood up. "I'll go downstairs for a smoke. You two talk."
Calla nodded. "Okay."
The door closed behind him.
Toby glanced back, then patted Calla's hand. "Anthony went out. When did he start smoking?"
Calla moved closer to Toby. "Smoking? He's been smoking for a long time. He just never showed it in front of others. He's very good at pretending. I was completely fooled by his act."
A look of horror crossed Toby's face. "Your eyes... it wasn't because of him, was it?"
Calla shook her head. "Not entirely because of him." Her expression turned vicious.
"It was also that wicked woman, Elizabeth! She and Anthony conspired together, and I found out. That's why they wanted to get rid of me! Anthony brought Elizabeth into the Thomas Mansion! She personally blinded my eyes!"
Calla's emotions flared. "Dad, she also caused me to lose my baby before!"
Toby nodded. "I remember. She was the woman Jennifer hated the most. Jennifer used to wish she was dead."
Calla gripped Toby's hand tightly. "Dad, you have to help me. I want revenge!"
Toby said, "Tell me. What do you need me to do?"
Calla moved even closer to Toby. "Help me report this to the police. I can't see anything now. Anthony is on Elizabeth's side. I have no chance on my own. I need the police to arrest her. They will uncover the truth and bring her to justice. She will get what she deserves."
Toby nodded. "Alright, I'll do it. Don't get too worked up. Rest well."
Toby helped Calla lie down and covered her with the blanket before leaving the room.
In the hallway, Anthony was sitting on a bench, still playing a mobile game.
Toby sighed softly.
Anthony saw him come out and quickly stood up. "Mr. Griffin, how is Calla?"
Toby looked down, sighing. "She's lying down, her emotions are relatively stable."
He looked deeply at Anthony. "Anthony, Calla's condition must be a burden for you."
Anthony's expression was a bit unnatural. "Mr. Griffin, it's my responsibility."
Toby chose his words carefully. "Anthony, Calla said her eyes were harmed by someone..."
Anthony interrupted. "Mr. Griffin, you don't know. Since Calla lost her job, she's become paranoid. It's been tough. She insists Elizabeth seduced me. She even went to confront Elizabeth. She claims Elizabeth blinded her."
Toby asked, "Did you call the police?"
Anthony scratched his head. "Well, it happened in my own home, so it's a family matter. If we call the police, it could damage the Thomas family's reputation..."
Toby's expression finally changed. "Calla is blind, and you're still worried about the Thomas family's reputation?"
William, hearing the commotion, hurried over. "Anthony, what's going on?"
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