Chapter 341 A Beauty Fresh From the Bath
Elizabeth rubbed her forehead, thinking, 'Is it because I'm pregnant that I'm not thinking straight? How could I fall for such a simple trick?'
But he was already in the shower. Realizing it now and kicking him out seemed a bit much.
She sighed, "Oh well, it's just one night. Besides, he said he'd sleep on the couch."
Too tired to shower herself, she turned off the light, didn't even change out of her dress, and collapsed onto the bed.
Michael noticed the lights were off through the bathroom glass. He quickly dried off with a towel, wrapped it around his waist, and stepped out.
The disposable slippers provided by the hotel were uncomfortable. He tiptoed quietly, using the light from the outer room to see the bed.
Elizabeth was still in her white dress from the afternoon, her makeup untouched. Her steady breathing indicated she was already asleep.
Michael felt a pang of guilt. If he hadn't used her bathroom first, she could have freshened up before resting.
She was usually so meticulous about cleanliness, but tonight she had fallen asleep so haphazardly, clearly exhausted.
He went to the outer room where a set of pillows and blankets were already on the couch. After drying off, he called his assistant.
Soon, the assistant brought him a fresh set of clothes identical to what he had worn that day.
He handed his used clothes to the assistant.
The room was divided into two sections: the bedroom and the sitting area.
The partition wall was just a thin wooden panel, with a sheer curtain at the door, blocking sight but not sound.
Michael did everything quietly, constantly checking to see if Elizabeth, who was lying in the bed in the inner room, had been disturbed.
He feared she would be angry if she discovered his little tricks.
Elizabeth's makeup bag was on the bedside table.
After sending the assistant away, he took some wet wipes from her bag, dampened them with warm water in the bathroom, and gently wiped her face.
In her sleep, Elizabeth felt someone cleaning her face. The warmth and gentle touch made her think she was at a spa, getting a facial.
Without opening her eyes, she continued to sleep soundly.
Michael removed her makeup and dried her face.
The assistant had also brought a disposable foot bath. Michael filled it with warm water, tested the temperature, and placed it by the bed.
He gently put Elizabeth's feet in the water and began to massage them.
Louis had told him that pregnant women often have swollen, sore feet, especially after walking a lot.
He dried her feet with a towel. In the dim light, he admired her beautiful feet, feeling an urge to kiss them.
Following his impulse, he did just that.
He glanced at the still-sleeping Elizabeth, lifted her foot, and kissed her small toes.
Elizabeth, feeling a tickle, let out a soft laugh and murmured, "Michael, what are you doing?"
Michael, thinking he had woken her, quickly put her foot down.
But Elizabeth just turned over and went back to sleep.
Thinking he had been caught in the act, Michael's heart was racing.
Elizabeth's sleepy murmur, with its teasing tone, tugged at something deep inside him.
In the dim light, he watched her closely.
Elizabeth's eyelashes fluttered, her breathing steady.
His gaze fell on her slightly parted lips.
Without makeup, her face lacked the sharpness it usually had when she was awake and wary around him.
He swallowed hard, struggling to control his rising desire.
Finally, he clenched his fists, stood up, and removed any evidence of his actions. He washed his hands and turned off the outer room's light.
He gently climbed into bed, wrapped an arm around her, and fell asleep.
The next morning, Elizabeth was awakened by birds chirping outside the window.
She rubbed her eyes, yawned, and got out of bed to open the curtains.
Birds were singing on the tree branches outside, and a few flew away at the sound.
On the lawn below, a few wooden tables were set up, with guests having breakfast.
Elizabeth stretched, slipped into her slippers, and headed to the bathroom, still thinking about not washing up before bed last night.
The couch in the outer room was neatly made, and Michael was nowhere to be seen.
Relieved, Elizabeth started her shower.
While looking in the mirror, she wondered how her makeup had disappeared so cleanly overnight.
She thought it must have rubbed off on the pillow.
'This makeup brand is terrible,' she thought. 'I'll switch to a different one when I get back.'
The weather was warm, and she had sweated in her sleep, so she took a long shower.
When she emerged from the steamy bathroom wrapped in a towel, Michael, who had just returned with breakfast, was greeted by the sight of a beauty fresh from the bath.
Elizabeth's normally fair skin had a faint pink hue. Having spent a long time in the shower, her cheeks were now rosy. Her eyes, as if washed in clear spring water, were big and bright.
Michael's Adam's apple bobbed as he awkwardly lowered his head.
Standing by the curtain, he cleared his throat, "Finished? Come have breakfast."
Elizabeth hadn't expected him to return and was startled by his sudden appearance.
She gasped, stepping back. Her grip on the towel loosened, and it slipped off.
Elizabeth quickly turned around, fumbling to wrap the towel back around herself.
"Turn around!" she said, her voice tinged with embarrassment.
What was their relationship now? Would he think she was trying to seduce him?
After all, she had invited him to stay the night.
Elizabeth felt a wave of regret.
Michael obediently turned around at her words. However, the scene he had just witnessed left a profound visual impact on him.
This woman, who had tugged at his heartstrings for so long, even after having a child and now being pregnant again with a slightly rounded belly, still stirred something deep within him.
He had to admit, despite his usual lack of interest in other women, his body was now reacting in a way that was unmistakable.
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