Chapter 346

When Michael rolled out of bed, his lower back was killing him. He couldn't remember how much he had, uh, "released" last night, but he was pretty sure it was a lot.

Yawning, he shuffled to the bathroom and caught a glimpse of the dark circles under his eyes.

"Why do guys always seem more wiped out than girls after sex? How does Isabella stay so peppy?" he wondered, splashing water on his face before heading out.

The first thing he did after leaving the bathroom was rub his back and stretch out.

Just then, his phone buzzed. It was Benjamin.

"I've got that private jet you asked for. Seriously, man, you have so many jets of your own. Why use mine?" Benjamin's voice had a hint of annoyance.

A few days back, Michael and Isabella had decided that once things calmed down at the company, they'd jet off somewhere to take some killer wedding photos.

So, Michael had hit up Benjamin for his jet.

"Look, Isabella's the CEO now. Her power's only growing. If I use my jet, she'll definitely find out. It's just safer to use yours," Michael explained, trying to catch his breath, which only made Benjamin more suspicious.

"Hold up, you sound beat. Are you sick?" Benjamin asked, concerned.

Michael hesitated. "Nah, just tired from last night. I just need some rest."

Benjamin burst out laughing. "No way! Didn't you just finish your meds? Are they still working after all that action?"

Michael was a bit worried too. "I don't know, man. I need to check in with the doctor who gave me the meds."

Even over the phone, Benjamin could tell Michael was exhausted. After a quick chat, he let Michael go to rest.

Though Benjamin laughed at Michael, he couldn't help but feel a bit envious. He and Amelia were still in the early stages, so they hadn't gotten that far yet.

Benjamin thought, 'Wait, the book says traveling together can strengthen a relationship. Maybe I should take Amelia on a trip too. Maybe even propose and get some wedding photos done.'

After hanging up, Michael called Jerry to come over and drive him.

When Jerry showed up and saw Michael, he was shocked.

"Mr. Williams, what happened to you? You look like you've been poisoned!" Jerry exclaimed, worried.

Michael rolled his eyes. "Do you think I'm dumb enough to get poisoned? Just take me to Willow Street."

When Jerry heard the address, his expression got a bit weird. He gave Michael a once-over, like he was putting two and two together.

"Mr. Williams, is it your back?" Jerry asked, pointing.

"Shut up. Don't ask questions you shouldn't," Michael snapped, his sharp look making Jerry zip it.

On the drive to Willow Street, Jerry kept shaking his shoulders, trying not to laugh.

Since getting in the car, Jerry had noticed Michael's heavy breathing. Though he seemed to be getting a bit better, there was still cold sweat on his forehead.

"If you want to laugh, just do it. But if you cause an accident, you're fired," Michael's icy voice came from the back seat.

Jerry shuddered, and his laughter vanished.

"Mr. Williams, how could you think that? I'd never laugh at you. You've got it all wrong," Jerry said awkwardly.

Michael just snorted and ignored him.

When they pulled up outside the familiar clinic, Jerry suddenly stopped Michael from getting out.

"Hold on, Mr. Williams. There's something going on. Stay in the car for now," Jerry said, looking serious.

"What's up? What's happening?" Michael asked calmly from the back seat.

Jerry pointed at a black sedan parked nearby. "That's John's car. We don't know if he's inside right now. If he sees you here for meds, it might cause some misunderstandings."

Jerry was being polite; he was worried John would mock Michael for buying some, uh, "performance enhancers."

Michael didn't catch the hint and frowned. "John's car? What's he doing here? Is he also here for meds?"

As Michael pondered, John walked out of the clinic, carrying some medicine.

John didn't notice Michael's car and drove off after getting in.

Once John was gone, Michael finally got out and walked into the clinic.

Inside, the doctor sighed after checking him out.

"Sir, I know it's been a rough month, but you need to take it easy. Otherwise, your performance will suffer," the doctor said, making Michael's face darken.

Behind him, Jerry covered his mouth, trying not to laugh.

While the doctor wrote the prescription, Michael suddenly asked, "What was that young man who just left buying? I'm his uncle and I care about his health. Is he like me?"

The doctor smiled and shook his head. "No, he's not like you. He came here to buy progesterone tablets."