Chapter 449 Unsafe
"I haven't either. Just finished tidying up. Where are you? Let's grab a bite. There's a revolving restaurant on the sixth floor. Meet you there? After dinner, we can take a stroll. I heard this place is really beautiful."
Shelly Baker's voice was full of excitement. "Sounds awesome, Ms. Jones! I'll be there in no time!"
Elizabeth hung up, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the button for the sixth floor.
The hotel, built on a hill, wasn't very tall.
Soon, the elevator arrived at the sixth floor.
Elizabeth stood at the entrance of the restaurant, waiting for Shelly.
In just a few minutes, Shelly came running over, her footsteps loud and hurried.
"Ms. Jones, I'm here!"
Shelly's face was flushed, and she was panting heavily.
Elizabeth spoke softly, "We're not in a rush, it's just dinner. Why'd you hurry so much?"
Shelly was still catching her breath. "Ms. Jones, I didn't want you to wait. I didn't want you to go hungry!"
Elizabeth chuckled. 'Who says you need a man to be happy? Having dinner with Shelly is just as delightful!'
They walked in together and sat by the window.
The view outside was stunning. Dining by the window was truly a feast for the eyes.
'Who needs men anyway? They can all just stay away!' Elizabeth thought.
A waiter brought over a tablet. "Ladies, please place your orders."
Elizabeth handed the tablet to Shelly. "Shelly, see if there's anything you like."
Shelly happily started tapping on the tablet.
Elizabeth was gazing out the window.
Suddenly, a figure approached and sat in the seat next to her, blocking her view.
Elizabeth was taken aback. "Michael? What are you doing here?"
With a swift move, Michael hooked his long leg around her chair, pulling her and the chair closer to him.
Elizabeth gasped. "What are you doing?"
Michael extended his arm, resting it on the back of her chair. He leaned in close to her ear. "There are so many people here. Are you sure you want to keep shouting?"
Elizabeth thought of the woman in his room and felt a wave of disgust.
Seriously? He had just finished fooling around with another woman and now he was here to find her? His schedule was quite packed.
She kept a cold face, not wanting to engage with him.
She raised her hand to call a nearby waiter. "Excuse me, I'd like to change tables."
In the short time they had been there, the restaurant had filled up. The waiter glanced around, apologetic.
"I'm very sorry, ma'am. We don't have any available tables right now. Could you wait a moment? Or, could you tell me why you want to change tables? Is there something wrong with this one?"
Elizabeth pointed to the person next to her. "There's someone here."
The waiter looked awkward. "Ma'am, you don't know this gentleman?"
Elizabeth answered firmly. "No, I don't!"
The waiter was in a bit of a bind. "But this gentleman has been waiting at table 12. When he saw you and your companion come in, he said you were the person he was waiting for."
Elizabeth was stunned. Michael had been in the restaurant? Wasn't he in his room? With a young woman for company?
She realized something was off and didn't want to make things difficult for the waiter. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause trouble."
She took a few bills from her purse. "Thank you for your service."
The waiter accepted the tip and left. "Thank you, ma'am."
Across from her, Shelly had finished ordering and handed the tablet over. "Ms. Jones, your turn to order."
Just as Elizabeth was about to take it, Michael grabbed it and handed his credit card to the waiter.
"All set. It's paid for. Enjoy your meal."
With that, he pulled Elizabeth up and led her to table 12.
Shelly stood up. "Ms. Jones."
Elizabeth reassured her. "I'm fine. You go ahead and eat. Head back to your room when you're done."
She stood up and followed Michael. She might as well take this chance to confront him.
Wasn't he the one who said he wanted to be with her? Fooling around with another woman in his room, was that his way of pursuing her?
Table 12 was on the restaurant's terrace, where the cool mountain breeze blew. The view was even more expansive here.
Elizabeth said nothing, staring at the scenery, waiting for Michael to explain.
He came up beside her, resting his hand on her chair, his tone slightly displeased.
"Elizabeth, I remember you promised to have dinner with me. Why did you stand me up? Why would you rather have dinner with your assistant than with me?"
Elizabeth let out a cold laugh. "Michael, I really admire your thick skin! How shameless do you have to be to come here and accuse me?"
Michael was taken aback. "What did I do? You seem really mad at me."
Elizabeth stood up abruptly and walked to the railing.
The calm she had just felt was only temporary. Thinking about the woman in his room made her furious, frustrated, and deeply hurt.
Her jealousy felt like a wild vine, wrapping around her, making it hard to breathe.
Michael finally noticed something was wrong.
He walked over to her, trying to hug her. "Elizabeth, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
He clumsily wiped her tears. "Elizabeth, don't cry. I'm sorry. It's my fault. I shouldn't have made you angry."
He took her hand and placed it on his face. "Elizabeth, hit me if it makes you feel better."
Elizabeth pulled her hand back, not wanting to touch him.
That hand had just been on some part of that other woman's body. Disgusting!
She returned to the table, grabbed a napkin, and vigorously wiped the spot on her hand where he had touched her.
Michael's face showed clear hurt. He couldn't believe that in just an hour, Elizabeth's attitude towards him had changed so drastically.
He didn't dare touch her again. He stood in front of her, blocking her from leaving.
"Elizabeth, give me an explanation. Don't leave me in the dark."
Elizabeth couldn't hold back any longer. "Michael, do I need to spell out what you did? Who said they wanted to have dinner with me, but was fooling around with another woman in their room?"
Michael looked shocked. "What are you talking about? Fooling around? Another woman? What do you mean?"
"Don't play dumb! You and that woman in your room! What were you doing? Do I need to describe it for you?"
Michael frowned. "Elizabeth, there must be some misunderstanding! After I dropped you off at your room, I went back to my room to get my jacket and then came to the restaurant to reserve a table."
"I've been sitting here waiting for you. The restaurant staff can vouch for me. I thought you'd call me soon. But I waited here for an hour, and you didn't contact me. I don't know what woman you're talking about."
Elizabeth was taken aback.
Michael wouldn't lie. The restaurant had cameras that could prove when he arrived.
So, why was there someone else in his room?
She grabbed his hand. "Michael, your room isn't safe!"
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