Chapter 53
Hearing my words, Michael slowly walked toward me, holding a wet towel to wipe my body.
His gaze was dark and intense, roaming freely over my body as if examining me.
"Nancy, the doctor will be here soon. Everything will be fine."
Listening to his voice, my mind was already too muddled to think. I moved closer to him and lifted my breasts toward him.
Liquid was seeping out from my tender nipples, drop by drop.
The fluid ran down my body, sliding toward my lower abdomen.
This erotic scene made Michael's throat tighten, his eyes tinged with red.
"Michael, can you rub them for me? They're so swollen and uncomfortable." I brought my breasts to his lips, soft and tender.
But even so, Michael remained unmoved.
Seeing his lack of response, I spoke with a whimpering tone. "I'm so hot and uncomfortable, please just rub them for me."
I couldn't care about anything else and threw my arms around Michael, pressing my soft breasts against his face and pushing him down onto the edge of the bed.
Seeing my bold actions, Michael turned his head away, trying not to look at me, attempting to get up from the bed.
But just as he was about to rise, I straddled him directly.
At this point, I was wearing nothing but panties, and my intimate area was already soaked.
My face was flushed, and under the influence of the drug, I was both shy and bold.
Michael's gaze darkened as he stared at me, not speaking for a long time. "Nancy, I hope we can save this for after we're married."
Michael looked at me, expressing his true feelings.
But I couldn't hear what he was saying anymore. I just grabbed his hand randomly and brought it to my breasts.
I couldn't listen to his words, only mumbling repeatedly. "Michael, I really feel terrible. I want you, please give it to me."
Michael let out a heavy breath, flipped me over, and pinned me beneath him, gently biting my earlobe and nibbling it repeatedly in his mouth.
His warm breath sprayed on my face, sending tingles of pleasure through me.
Michael grasped the soft flesh on my chest with one hand, gently kneading it, his voice seductive. "Are you really sure? I don't want to do something you'll regret."
Michael's deep, sexy voice made my whole body itch. I nodded frantically in response. "I want it, I want you."
Michael removed the last bit of covering from my body, his slender fingertips exploring downward.
He held my waist with one hand while the other had already reached between my legs, beginning to part and play with those soft, slippery folds.
His fingers moved somewhat roughly, making my folds slightly sore, but the pleasure flooded my entire nervous system.
My eyes welled up uncontrollably as I gasped, "Gentle... don't..."
Michael looked up at me, and seeing the tears in my eyes, he couldn't help but get more excited.
Michael deliberately increased the pressure of his fingertips, rubbing my folds forcefully.
Feeling his movements, I couldn't stop gasping.
Before long, my folds became wet and slippery from his touch.
But the emptiness inside me hadn't been filled.
"Michael, can you come inside?"
Hearing my words, Michael's fingertips tentatively explored forward.
He brushed against the tight folds inside, sending a sour yet soft sensation through me.
As his finger went deeper, the pleasure came with it, gradually building.
"Nancy." Michael's finger kept rubbing inside my passage, and when he touched a protruding spot inside, he pressed and rubbed it hard.
An intense pleasure rushed out rapidly. I felt my entire spine go numb.
And that empty, burning feeling dissipated quite a bit.
I fell into a deep sleep from exhaustion. When I woke up again, dawn was breaking.
The scene of Michael helping me with his hand yesterday was still vivid in my mind.
Thinking about what I did and said, I was immediately embarrassed.
Just then, I looked to the side and found Michael sleeping with his head resting on my bed.
From the looks of it, he must have watched over me all night.
Perhaps my movements woke Michael up. He immediately opened his eyes, looked at me, and asked with concern. "Nancy, are you still feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
I shook my head and looked at him, speaking gently, "Thank you, Michael."
Michael raised his hand to stroke my hair and said with a smile, "As long as you're okay."
Then he changed the subject and said seriously, "We found the person who drugged you yesterday."
Hearing this, I asked tentatively, "Was it Bianca?"
Seeing that I guessed correctly, Michael's expression showed no surprise, and he continued along with my words. "That's right. We've already investigated and found out that the waiter who handed you the drink and took you to the lounge was deliberately arranged by Bianca."
Hearing this, I snorted coldly and spoke with disdain. "How can Jeffrey, such a good person, have such a scheming sister?"
Michael continued in a serious tone, "Thank goodness nothing happened to you. If Bianca's dirty schemes had hurt you, I would never forgive her."
This was also my fault for not being more careful.
I clearly saw Bianca's deliberate actions, yet I still fell for it.
I just didn't think Bianca could be that malicious.
At noon, the door of the Johnson Villa was suddenly knocked on.
It was Jeffrey.
Behind him was Bianca, looking completely defiant.
Seeing that I was the one who opened the door, Jeffrey spoke with a shameful expression. "Nancy, I know everything. The Adams family failed to discipline properly."
I looked at Jeffrey without speaking.
Jeffrey felt awkward and tried to change the subject. "Nancy, I'm here to apologize. Can we come in to talk?"
I ultimately couldn't embarrass Jeffrey too much, so I nodded and stepped aside.
Jeffrey came in with Bianca.
After the door closed, Jeffrey was the first to state his position. "Nancy, thank goodness you're okay, otherwise I would never be able to face you again. This is all our family's fault. Today I brought her to apologize to you."
With that, Jeffrey urged Bianca, "Speak up, don't forget what I told you before we left."
Bianca bit her teeth, as if struggling.
Jeffrey felt awkward and could only speak again. "Nancy, my family also knows about Bianca's feelings. We've discussed it and will send her abroad for training. She definitely won't affect your relationship with Michael."
Hearing this, Bianca immediately exploded, resisting unwillingly. "I didn't agree! I don't want to go abroad! What did I do wrong? She's the one who stole Michael."
Jeffrey's expression became increasingly unpleasant, but Bianca kept making a scene, even crying and throwing a tantrum in front of me. "She's fine, so why should I go abroad? Why are you being so cruel to me for this woman?"
Her words instantly ignited Michael's anger. He no longer held back and scolded directly. "If something had happened to Nancy, going abroad would be the least of your problems. Bianca, you should know your place. You should have given up your delusions long ago. If possible, I suggest you see a psychiatrist."
Seeing Michael's completely different demeanor, Bianca was shocked and stunned for a moment.
Jeffrey was the first to react, hurriedly smoothing things over and apologizing again. "Michael, I understand everything. I'll never let Bianca bother you again. We won't disturb you and Nancy's rest anymore."
After saying this, Jeffrey apologized several more times before forcibly dragging Bianca away.