Chapter 26
Isabella gritted her teeth, "Divorce is out of the question, but you can ask for anything else."
Michael knew she wouldn't compromise so easily, but the fact that she came to see him in person was a step forward.
He squinted his eyes, "Fine."
"Say it," Isabella's heart filled with hope.
She thought Michael had a bit of kindness in him, but his next words made her want to walk out immediately.
He said, "Then let's have a child. Since both Aiden and Daniel wish for us to have our own child, as long as you get pregnant, Daniel's illness can still be treated."
Isabella's eyes widened, and she slammed her hands on the table, "Michael, are you out of your mind!"
She had already decided on the divorce, how could she have a child with him?
In three years of marriage, she had tried everything, but he just ignored her.
Now he wanted to have a child with her, where was he before?
"You don't want to?" Michael's face was expressionless as he said, "Then there's nothing more to discuss."
Seeing his extremely cold demeanor, Isabella's head throbbed with anger.
Just then, Michael received a call about how to take over the Wilson Group's branch in the South.
Michael's tone was determined.
Isabella's hands clenched tightly at her sides.
She wouldn't just stand by and watch Michael go after the Wilson Group. Not only that, but she also wanted him to pay for what he was doing now.
Knowing that continuing the conversation was pointless, Isabella turned and left.
Watching Isabella storm out, Michael hung up the phone, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
That night.
Michael stayed at the office.
The entire building was dark except for the top floor.
Even Isabella had to acknowledge Michael's capability at work. He had taken over the Brown Group at a young age and achieved in a few years what others couldn't in decades.
No wonder Aiden chose him as the heir among all the grandchildren.
"You're really dedicated, still working so late?" Isabella pushed the door open, casually taking off her coat to reveal her sexy figure wrapped in a tight camisole.
Fiery red lips, smooth skin.
She walked towards him step by step in the night, like a seductive siren.
Michael thought he had strong self-control, but when his eyes fell on Isabella, he was stunned and couldn't look away.
Why hadn't he noticed this side of her before?
He put down what he was holding, his tall body leaning back slowly, his eyes seeming to see through her, "Dressed like this, are you agreeing to my terms?"
Michael's alluring voice was low and husky.
Isabella didn't respond directly, her red lips curved as she walked to the desk and pressed her hand on the documents in Michael's hand.
Her eyes lifted slightly, "I thought you had a hard day and needed someone to keep you company at night. Why don't we continue our conversation?"
She lowered her voice, her eyes filled with silent temptation.
When it came to understanding Michael, she was far better than Bianca.
He liked women like Bianca, so she would act the part for him.
"Alright, I don't mind spending the night talking with you." Michael raised an eyebrow, getting up to open the door to the rest area behind him.
It was where he usually took his lunch breaks, fully equipped.
Especially the large bed, which looked about 6 feet wide.
He glanced at her, signaling her to join him in the room.
Since she had gone this far, he was happy to play along and see if she really dared to go in with him.
Isabella clenched her fists, keeping her composure, and walked over calmly.
The moment the door closed, her heart raced, and she nervously swallowed.
But Michael didn't give her a chance to back out, holding her and pressing her onto the large bed.
Michael, with the familiar scent she knew, trapped her beneath him, unable to move.
Isabella suppressed her nervousness.
She reached out her delicate arm to wrap around Michael's neck, her eyes lively and captivating, taking the initiative. "What's the rush?"
Michael's strong arms propped up beside her, only then noticing a special scent on her.
He just took a shallow sniff, and found it nice.
Had she changed her perfume?
But Isabella didn't give him time to think, one hand around his neck, the other sliding down his collar.
Her smooth fingertips teased Michael's body.
Michael's breathing grew heavier.
As she moved, Isabella's camisole strap slipped off.
Her chest was half-exposed, even more eye-catching.
She didn't care, her eyes burning as she looked up at Michael, "Michael, your muscles are so hard, they're hurting my hand."
"Isabella, it's your choice. Don't regret it later." Michael's voice was deep and hoarse, his eyes staring at her like an abyss.
Isabella chuckled, deliberately going against him, "Michael, are you even a man? If I say I regret it, will you let me go?"
"No!" As soon as he finished speaking, Michael lowered his head and kissed her hard.
From the moment Isabella walked in, he had no intention of letting her go.
He kissed her lips, his large hand caressing her slender waist.
Isabella's initiative and beauty made him tense all over.
He wanted to strip her and possess her.
After three years of holding back, he didn't want to wait any longer.
The sound of a phone camera brought Michael back to reality.
Seeing Isabella taking pictures with her phone, he frowned slightly, panting as he asked, "Why are you taking pictures? Do you want to keep them for yourself?"
When Michael leaned in again, Isabella dodged his kiss, pushing him away and getting up.
Her earlier passion and tenderness were gone, replaced by sharpness in her eyes, "You're right, these are rare, of course, I want to keep them for myself."
She adjusted her clothes while sending the intimate photos she just took to Bianca's phone.
Since he cared so much about Bianca's feelings, let her taste what it felt like when she received photos of them.
Michael just stood there watching her do all this.
Then he grabbed her phone, pinning Isabella down on the bed, his body pressing over hers, his fingers gripping her chin, "Is this fun for you?"
Desire dissipated, Michael's body now covered in a cold chill.
No one had ever dared to toy with him like this.
Isabella was the first.
But she wasn't afraid of him, instead, she sneered at him, "It's so much fun toying with you."
Michael's face darkened, his grip tightening, his eyes cold enough to freeze.
Isabella endured the discomfort, letting out three years of pent-up grievances and resentment at this moment. "Michael, I'm telling you, I am definitely getting this divorce. I will leave you, have the child, but you will never be the father."