Chapter 643 Warming the Bed
Michael seemed pleased with the response. He straightened up, but his gaze lingered on her outfit, which was eerily similar to Celeste's. His eyes were dark and unreadable.
"When did you start liking this style?"
Emma's heart skipped a beat, but she countered deliberately, "Is there someone else with this style? Who? Celeste?"
Michael's expression darkened instantly. "Emma, you're smart, but you still don't get me." He yanked off his tie. "She's just a tool."
"Really?" Emma stared into his eyes. "And the child she's carrying? Also a tool?"
Michael's eyes turned icy as he grabbed her chin, his voice dangerously low. "Emma, why can't you believe that the only person I've ever loved is you?"
Emma laughed coldly inside.
He claimed to love her, but his eyes always seemed to look through her, searching for someone else. The unintentional nostalgia, the sensitivity to Celeste's habitual gestures, all betrayed his true feelings.
"Michael." She called his name in a soft, Celeste-like tone. "Do you really love me?"
Michael released her chin and turned his back to her. "Eight o'clock tonight. Don't make me wait." His voice returned to its usual coldness. "And change out of that outfit. It doesn't suit you."
As he walked away, Emma finally unclenched her fists, revealing four deep nail marks in her palms. She looked down at Seraphine's drawing, a determined glint in her eyes.
Night fell.
Emma stood in front of Michael's bedroom door, taking a deep breath. She had changed into a fiery red silk nightgown, with a slit up to her thigh, shimmering seductively under the light. It was a stark contrast to Celeste's simple style, a disguise she had carefully crafted.
She gently pushed open the door and saw Michael standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of amber whiskey. Hearing the door, he turned around, his gaze lingering on her for a few seconds, his brows slightly relaxing.
"Do you like it?" Emma twirled, letting the gown flare and reveal her pale legs.
Michael set down his glass and walked over slowly. "Much better than what you wore earlier." His voice was low, with a hint of post-drink huskiness.
Emma stepped closer, her slender fingers lightly touching his tie. "Shall I help you take it off?" Her voice was as soft as a feather, her eyes watching his reaction closely.
Michael grabbed her wrist, not too hard but firm. "So forward?" His sharp gaze bore into her eyes, as if trying to see through her.
"Why?" Emma didn't back down, instead leaning in to whisper in his ear. "Don't you want me?" She let her warm breath brush against his ear.
Michael's Adam's apple bobbed, but his grip didn't loosen. "Don't play games."
"What games could I play?" Emma chuckled, her other hand boldly caressing his chest. "With Seraphine in your hands, what else can I do but please you?"
Michael stared at her for a long time before finally letting go. Emma took the opportunity to untie his tie, her movements gentle as if handling a treasure. She could feel Michael's body still tense, clearly not completely off guard.
"How about a drink?" Emma walked to the liquor cabinet, her back to him as she poured two glasses of red wine, slipping a powder from her nail into one of them.
"I don't drink red wine," Michael's voice suddenly came from behind, startling her.
Emma quickly composed herself, turning with a smile. "Then what would you like? I'll get it..."
Before she could finish, Michael snatched the glasses from her and poured both into the sink. "I said, no games."
Emma's heart skipped a beat, but she kept her face neutral. "You're too suspicious." She feigned a pout. "I just wanted to lighten the mood."
Michael suddenly scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed. Emma gasped, barely having time to react before he was on top of her.
"If you want to please me so much," his fingers traced her collarbone, "then show some sincerity."
Emma knew this was a test, but also an opportunity. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. She felt Michael's body gradually relax, his touch becoming gentler.
"Michael," she whispered in his ear, her fingers running through his hair. "I really missed you."
This seemed to affect Michael. He propped himself up, looking deeply into her eyes, then got up and headed to the bathroom. "Wait for me."
As soon as she heard the water running, Emma sprang from the bed. She quickly retrieved another packet of powder from her bra, her backup plan. She poured it into Michael's whiskey glass, giving it a gentle shake to dissolve.
When Michael emerged, wrapped in a towel, Emma was leaning against the headboard, holding the spiked drink.
"To make amends." She offered the glass, her eyes sincere.
Michael took the glass but didn't drink immediately. "Why so obedient all of a sudden?"
"I've thought it through." Emma lowered her gaze. "Since I can't escape, I might as well enjoy it." She looked up with a seductive smile. "After all, I did want to be with you before."
Michael stared into her eyes for a long time, then suddenly smiled. "Alright, I'll drink." But he brought the glass to her lips. "But you first."
Emma's heart sank, but she knew hesitation meant failure. She took a big sip without hesitation, then kissed Michael, transferring half the drink to him.
"Is that sincere enough?" Her lips glistened with the wine.
Michael's gaze finally softened completely. He downed the rest of the drink, then pinned her to the bed. "Hope you don't regret this."
Emma let him kiss and touch her, silently counting the minutes. Sure enough, within ten minutes, Michael's movements began to slow.
"What's wrong?" She asked with feigned concern.
Michael shook his head, frowning. "I'm fine."
"Shall we continue?" Emma gently caressed his face. "Michael, I want you."
As she leaned in for another kiss, Michael's eyes glazed over, and he collapsed onto the bed, unconscious.
Emma quickly got up, changing into the clothes she had prepared. She took one last look at the sleeping Michael, a cold smile on her lips.
Michael's breathing became deep and even as the drug took full effect, his consciousness sinking into a dark abyss.
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