Nagy grinned like a satisfied cat that had tasted the fish it wanted and was about to eat it.

These days, she never missed an opportunity to attack Michael.

Best of all, she could feel progress.

With her brashness and his partner's dwindling resistance, he might have a chance to conquer him for good.

Michael had something holding him back, she had realized.

The last time she tried to take their relationship to the next level of foreplay, climbing on top of his body, ready to ride him, almost impaled, Michael pushed her hard and she fell to the floor.

Nagy wanted to get angry, but then she saw the pure resistance and rejection in her partner's eyes.

It was as if he wasn't looking at her, as if memories of the past were coming back to haunt him.

She had not tried to force herself on him since that event.

As she thought about Michael's obsession with finding Elizabeth Harrington, she began to form a theory in her head, one that was not far from reality.

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