Chapter 98 George’s Plea

The next morning…

I don’t know when I fall asleep in Michael’s bed. When the door knocks, I wake up in a daze. I quickly get out of bed and open the door. The maid is standing there and informs me that George is awake.

I am relieved to hear that. Thanking her, I walk into the guest room.

"Vivian…" George smiles as I walk into the room. He tries to sit up but winces in pain.

My heart skips a beat as I rush over to help him, and concern etches on my face.

"Thank God, you are all right," he murmurs, pulling me into his arms.

I say nothing; my mind is blank.

He cups my face and asks, "Did Michael hurt you? Did he do anything to you?"

I open my mouth to respond, but before that, I hear a chuckle. I turn my attention to the source of the voice and notice Michael standing at the threshold, leaning against the door with his arms crossed across his chest.