Chapter 468 Naked Plea for Forgiveness
In the restaurant, Michael stared out at the rain, feeling utterly dejected.
Elizabeth hadn't brought her driver. With rain this heavy, she definitely wasn't coming.
The clock struck nine. A waiter approached politely, "Mr. Thomas, it's nine o'clock. Would you like to continue waiting?"
In another half hour, the restaurant would close.
The fireworks he had planned were also canceled because of the rain.
The weather forecast had said it would be clear today. How did it suddenly start raining?
Everything was going wrong. Did this mean his proposal would fail too?
Michael had been so sure she only had eyes for him.
Now, it seemed that might not be the case. Maybe she didn't love him as much as he thought.
Michael stood up, disheartened. "No more waiting. Pack everything up."
A bodyguard came over and helped him into his coat. "Mr. Thomas, it's raining outside."
Michael nodded slightly. "I know."
They left the restaurant, took the elevator down, and walked out of the building.
Elizabeth had just gotten out of a cab and was rushing toward the building. In her haste, she stepped into a puddle, soaking her high heels.
She didn't care and hurried up the steps, spotting Michael immediately.
He was walking away with his bodyguard.
Through the rain, Elizabeth raised her hand to shield her eyes and shouted, "Michael!"
Michael turned at the sound of her voice. His gaze was cold, devoid of any warmth, as if he were looking at a stranger.
Elizabeth's first thought was that he was furious, really furious.
If the roles were reversed and he had kept her waiting this long, Elizabeth would have been even angrier.
Elizabeth quickly walked over to him, trying to grab his arm. "Michael."
Ronnie held an umbrella over him and said softly, "Ms. Jones, Mr. Thomas is leaving."
Elizabeth had no umbrella and no coat. She was wearing a thin dress because Sarah had told her Michael had a surprise for her and would want her to look her best.
She had dressed beautifully, but unfortunately, he wasn't the one to see it.
Now, she was drenched and looked a mess.
Michael ignored her and walked away.
She stood on the steps, watching his Rolls-Royce slowly drive off.
She took the elevator to the top-floor restaurant. Michael was gone, but Elizabeth didn't know why she still went up.
Maybe she wanted to see the place where he had waited for her.
Maybe she wanted to see the surprise he had planned.
Maybe she just needed a place to sit and think.
Most of the lights in the restaurant were off. The staff were taking down the flowers from the arch.
The piano in the middle of the room had its cover closed.
No one paid her any attention.
Elizabeth was supposed to be the star of the evening. She and Michael would have had dinner, toasted to their future.
She had ruined everything.
The head waiter approached. "Excuse me, are you Ms. Jones?"
Elizabeth looked up. "Yes, I'm Elizabeth Jones."
The head waiter looked a bit regretful. "Mr. Thomas waited for you a long time. He came early this morning to set everything up, with a light show and fireworks. He even hired a piano master. I think he was planning to propose because he asked us to put a ring in the dessert."
The head waiter signaled a server. "Bring the dessert. Ms. Jones has arrived."
Elizabeth sat in the chair Michael had occupied, staring at the dessert on the table.
With trembling hands, she picked up a fork and gently dug in.
The fork revealed a diamond ring. It was the same snowflake-shaped diamond ring Michael had used to propose to her years ago.
All these years, Michael had kept it. Had he been waiting for her to accept his proposal?
She hadn't answered his calls, making him wait here for hours, enduring the staff's curious looks. He must have felt terrible.
Elizabeth's tears fell like rain. She truly regretted it.
She shouldn't have spent so much time with Quinn. She should have left immediately after leaving the bodyguard.
She had transferred her guilt over Eloise to Quinn.
She wanted to make it up to Eloise, to save Quinn, but she had neglected Michael's feelings.
Elizabeth took the ring, accepted the umbrella from the head waiter, and left the restaurant.
She had to find Michael. She had to apologize.
She had to clear the cloud over his heart. She didn't want him to go to bed with tonight's regret.
At the Thomas Villa.
Elizabeth had called Clio ahead of time. As soon as Clio saw her, she opened the door.
"Elizabeth, you look a mess! Go take a hot shower, or you'll catch a cold."
Elizabeth had planned to go straight upstairs to find Michael but decided to shower first.
Otherwise, cold and dirty, Michael would definitely be even more upset with her.
After her shower, she quietly slipped into Michael's bedroom.
The room was dark. Elizabeth used the faint light to find the bed.
She reached out and touched Michael's hand.
The man, still sulking, yanked his hand away forcefully.
Elizabeth yelped, "That hurts!"
She quickly climbed into bed, pulling his blanket over herself.
Michael turned away from her.
Elizabeth was undeterred. She moved to his other side, facing him.
Michael turned again.
So, Elizabeth moved again.
After several rounds, Elizabeth was out of breath.
She stopped moving.
Michael snorted, "Giving up already?"
Elizabeth panted, "Let me catch my breath!"
Michael turned away again. "Hmph!"
Elizabeth laughed, "Michael, don't be mad."
Michael ignored her, still showing her his back.
Elizabeth, having dried off after her shower, hadn't put on pajamas. She shrugged off her robe, naked, and wrapped her arms around Michael's waist, pressing her cool, soft chest against his warm back, making him shiver and sit up.
Elizabeth sat up too, continuing to lean into him.
Michael pushed her head away. "Elizabeth, put on some clothes!"
Elizabeth crawled over, persistently clinging to him. "Michael, you always say you like seeing me without clothes."
In the dark, she couldn't see Michael's expression, but she knew he was still angry.
She lay down beside him, gently slipping into his blanket, wrapping her arms around his waist, and pressing her face to his back, speaking softly, "Michael, I know I was wrong."
"I'll never leave you again. No matter what happens, I'll be on time for our dates. Okay? Don't be mad. If you make yourself sick with anger, I'll be heartbroken."
Michael let out a low "hmph" and pushed her arm away again, but this time, not as forcefully.
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