Chapter 469 Elizabeth's Temptation
Elizabeth moved closer, pouting her lips as she kissed his back. "Michael, you're being so cold. Are you really not gonna forgive me?"
She mumbled behind him, sounding pitiful. "I remember you said you had a surprise for me. I've been thinking about it. But then Quinn had that emergency. He doesn't know anyone in Celestria, and he's not exactly in his right mind."
"Plus, his condition was so severe. I couldn't just leave him alone in the hospital. Even though there are caregivers, they're not family. They can't take care of him like family can, right?"
Michael had been trying to ignore her, but the mention of Quinn made his pent-up emotions boil over.
His voice was laced with anger. "He doesn't know anyone in Celestria? Then why did he come here? Did he come specifically to find you? Do you have something going on with him? Doesn't he have parents or family? Can't they stay with him? Can't the caregivers take care of him? Why does it have to be you? Can you get sick for him or clean up after him?"
Elizabeth thought, 'Go ahead, yell at me. Get it all out. Once you do, you'll feel better and maybe forgive me.'
She continued to mumble, "I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have left you to take care of someone else. You're the most important person to me. I treated you like family, so I didn't keep my distance and went to help someone else. I'll learn from this. I won't get involved with others anymore. Even if he dies, what does it have to do with me? It's not my responsibility if his family doesn't take care of him. I have my own people to take care of."
The man with his back to her didn't respond, just let out a grunt.
Elizabeth thought, 'Michael is so stubborn.'
She rubbed her cheek against his back and said softly, "Tonight, after you left, I went to the restaurant. The manager told me everything. I know what surprise you had planned. You were going to propose to me, right? You prepared 999 red roses, fireworks, and a light show."
Michael, still sulking, finally spoke up. "And?"
Elizabeth, hearing him respond, quickly climbed up and placed her left hand on his arm, waving her right hand in front of his eyes.
"Isn't it beautiful? This ring is the one you wanted to give me that Christmas, right? You designed it yourself. It fits perfectly!"
Michael grabbed her waving hand and rubbed it. "Yeah, it fits perfectly."
Elizabeth got excited. "Of course! My husband designed it himself! It's one of a kind!"
As she was talking, her phone lit up on the bedside table. She quickly grabbed it. It was the bodyguard calling.
"Hello. Is something wrong with Quinn?"
Hearing the name, Michael's almost relaxed expression turned cold again.
Elizabeth felt his back tense up once more.
Elizabeth spoke loudly into the phone. "So what if he's awake? It's not a big deal. If there's a problem, call the doctor or nurse. Telling me won't help. Even if I go, I can't do anything. I'm with my husband right now! Do you know what time it is? Don't call me for such trivial things."
The bodyguard, taken aback by this side of Elizabeth, was momentarily speechless. "Okay, Ms. Jones. I'll let him sleep then."
Elizabeth hung up and lay back down next to Michael.
She touched his back, feeling it relax a bit.
She wrapped herself around Michael, her arms around his waist, her legs around his. Her face and chest pressed against his back.
Michael, almost unable to breathe, said, "Elizabeth, let go!"
Elizabeth tightened her grip and shook her head. "No! If I let go, you'll leave! You haven't forgiven me yet!"
Michael, both amused and exasperated, said, "I need to go to the bathroom."
Elizabeth loosened her grip slightly but slid into his arms, still clinging to him like an octopus.
She pouted, "Then take me with you."
Michael, almost laughing in frustration, said, "How can I go to the bathroom while holding you?"
Elizabeth looked up at him, questioning, "Michael, are you that weak? I don't even weigh 110 pounds, and you can't carry me to the bathroom?"
She squeezed his bicep. "You need to work out."
She poked his chest. "At least your chest is firm."
She clicked her tongue. "But your arm strength is lacking. No wonder..."
Michael, provoked, sat up. "No wonder what? Elizabeth, explain yourself!"
Elizabeth, no longer clinging to him, turned to the other side of the bed, her back to him. "It's late. I need to sleep."
She yawned and waved her hand. "Go on, go to the bathroom. I won't make it hard for you. I don't mind if you're not strong. No matter what, you're still my husband."
Michael, chest heaving with anger, threw off the covers and went to the bathroom. On a whim, he stood under the shower and rinsed off again.
He dried off, wearing only his underwear, and returned to the bedroom.
Elizabeth, still awake, heard him and said softly, "Why did it take so long? Michael, are you getting old? Not only is your strength lacking, but your prostate too?"
Michael, finally at his limit, threw off her covers and pounced on her.
Elizabeth yelped, "Michael! Are you a wolf?"
Michael bit her chattering mouth. "Yes! Are you a sheep?"
Elizabeth tried to push him away. "I don't... Michael, you..."
Michael seemed to have emotions he needed to vent. He grabbed Elizabeth's wrists with one hand and pinned them above her head.
With his other hand, he pulled off the belt from her bathrobe that was lying on the bedside table and swiftly tied her wrists.
Elizabeth, shocked, said, "Michael! What are you doing?"
Her voice trembled.
Michael didn't respond, grabbing her ankles and pulling her to the foot of the bed.
Elizabeth couldn't help but cry out.
Michael lifted her legs onto his shoulders and, with one swift motion, entered her.
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