Chapter 94 Help Him Put on His Underwear
Michael's voice was ice-cold. "I don't care who she's doing it for. If she messes with me, she's done for."
"Got it," the subordinate replied.
Michael climbed into bed, turned off the light, pulled the blanket over himself, and snuggled up next to Elizabeth. He wrapped her in his arms, kissed her forehead softly, closed his eyes with a satisfied smile, and drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Elizabeth woke up in Michael's embrace.
She glanced at their intertwined, naked bodies, and memories of the previous night came rushing back.
She quietly sat up. Behind her, Michael's drawling voice broke the silence, "Awake?"
Elizabeth quickly got out of bed.
There were no spare clothes for her in the room. She opened the closet, grabbed one of Michael's white shirts, and hurriedly put it on.
Michael propped his head up with his hand and turned to look at her. "Elizabeth, I was wiped out last night. I have no energy left."
Hearing this, Elizabeth immediately rushed to his side, asking nervously, "What's wrong? Is your leg hurting again? Hasn't it healed yet?"
Michael grimaced in mock pain.
"I thought my leg was better. But I ignored what the doctor said about not soaking in water too long and overdoing it."
Elizabeth anxiously said, "How could you forget that? How are you now? Can you stand up?"
"I don't know, maybe I should try." Michael pretended to stand up.
Elizabeth quickly held him down. "Lie down first. I'll help you."
She turned to the closet to find Michael's clothes.
With his back to her, Michael pretended to be obedient, lying on the bed. Out of her sight, a slight smile crept onto his lips.
Elizabeth turned around with the clothes.
Michael's smile deepened.
Elizabeth held the shirt and helped Michael sit up to put it on.
She handed him his underwear. "I think you can handle this yourself."
Michael said pitifully, "Alright, I'll do it myself. I think I can manage the rest too."
Hearing his pitiful tone, Elizabeth quickly said, "Alright, I'll help you."
Michael secretly smiled again.
Elizabeth blushed, lifted Michael's blanket, turned her head away, and clumsily helped him put on his underwear.
During the process, she accidentally touched his sensitive area and quickly pulled her hand back.
Michael grabbed Elizabeth's arm and pulled her onto him.
Elizabeth fell onto Michael's chest.
Michael whispered in her ear with a deep voice, "What's wrong? Are you trying to seduce me? Didn't I satisfy you last night?"
Elizabeth broke free from his embrace and jumped up, "You seem to have a lot of strength! Can you dress yourself now?"
Michael quickly raised his hands.
He looked at Elizabeth with innocent eyes. "I'm sorry, I was wrong."
Elizabeth took Michael's pants and helped him put them on.
She gently helped him into the wheelchair.
Michael hugged her from behind and rested his head on her back. "Elizabeth, can you help me dress like this every day from now on? Otherwise, what if I find it too difficult?"
Elizabeth's body suddenly stiffened slightly.
Michael thought his words had scared her.
But Elizabeth was thinking that the day she was supposed to report to the overseas school was getting closer. It was time to end things with Michael.
She had always looked forward to divorcing Michael, but now that she could finally leave, why did her heart ache so much?
She gently pried Michael's hands off her. With her back to him, she said softly, "I'll go freshen up first, then we can have breakfast together."
Elizabeth turned and headed into the bathroom.
Michael's phone screen lit up.
Since he was with Elizabeth last night, he had set it to silent mode.
Michael swiped to answer, "Yes?"
"Mr. Thomas, Patricia is dead," the subordinate who had called last night reported.
"How did it go down?" Michael asked.
"Mr. Thomas, it wasn't us. We had just opened the door and entered the room when Patricia ran towards the balcony window. She might have been trying to jump to the balcony of the next room. But her slippers were too slippery, and she fell. However, from this, it seems she was the one behind it. She was feeling guilty," the subordinate explained.
"Even if it wasn't her, she was involved," Michael added.
"Yes, Mr. Thomas," the subordinate agreed.
"Keep an eye on Anthony," Michael instructed.
"Got it," the subordinate replied.
Elizabeth finished freshening up and came out of the bathroom. She saw Michael still sitting in the wheelchair.
Seeing Elizabeth come out, Michael gave her a faint smile.
Elizabeth said, "I'm ready. You go freshen up. I'll see what Susan has made for breakfast."
Michael replied, "Okay."
Elizabeth had just left the room when she received a call.
The caller claimed to be from the police. They said a guest on the 19th floor of the Sunset Serenity Hotel had jumped out of the window this morning and died on the spot. According to the hotel's registration information, the deceased was named Patricia.
The police had found the deceased's family information and were notifying Elizabeth to identify the body and claim it.
Elizabeth was stunned upon hearing the news.
Although she disliked Patricia, she had never thought of killing her.
She went to the guest room, picked a set of clothes she had left there before, and changed. Then she left.
She told Susan she had something to do and hurriedly left the Thomas Villa, caught a cab on the road, and went to the police station.
Michael went into the dining room and didn't see Elizabeth.
Susan told him, "Mr. Thomas, Mrs. Thomas said she had something to do and left, so she won't be joining you for breakfast."
Michael guessed that her departure was probably related to Patricia's death.
After breakfast, Michael's driver took him to Stellar Enterprises.
He was sitting in his office when Matthew knocked and came in.
"Michael, have you recovered? Didn't the doctor tell you to rest more? Are you sure you're okay?"
Michael glanced at him, walked out from behind his desk, and showed no signs of limping.
His steps were steady. "I've rested long enough. I'm perfectly fine."
Seeing that Michael had no trouble walking, Matthew finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Michael, who attacked you on the road yesterday? Have you found out who was behind it?" Matthew asked.
"It's been taken care of," Michael said calmly.
They were talking when the office door was knocked again.
Margaret walked in.
Matthew glanced at her and tactfully left.
Michael looked at Margaret.
Usually the most image-conscious Margaret, today she came to work without any makeup.
"Margaret, even if you didn't come to me today, I would have come to you," Michael said.
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