Chapter 493

This time, it was Michael who lost his composure.

With a long stride, he closed the distance to Emmie, grabbing her arm and spinning her around to pin her against the wall by the bedroom door.

"You wouldn't dare," he growled through clenched teeth.

Then he cupped her face in his large hands and kissed her hard.

Emmie's hand shot up, and she slapped him—hard.

It was the first time she had ever hit anyone and the first time Michael had ever been struck.

He touched his stinging cheek, stunned. "You're crazy!"

He threw her a look of disbelief before turning and storming out. The door slammed shut behind him, sealing him off from her.

Emmie slumped against the wall, feeling utterly drained.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Elijah had just taken his medication and was lying down when Michael's imposing figure appeared in the room.

Michael's presence was impossible to ignore.

Sensing that familiar aura, Elijah looked up and frowned, his voice weak. "What brings you here, Mr. Xanthos?"