Chapter 28
Isabella floored the gas pedal, heading straight for Michael's villa.
For the past three years, whenever he wasn't back at the Brown Family, he was at this place.
The house was not far from the Brown Group. She had asked Aaron about his schedule and knew he was home.
The door wasn't locked.
She pushed the door open and went straight in, only to see Michael coming out of the bathroom completely naked.
He had probably just finished showering. Michael was drying his hair with a towel, his long legs stepping out, his perfect body fully exposed in front of her.
Water droplets slid down his muscular abs, trickling over his honey-colored skin, rolling over his abs, and disappearing into his groin.
Isabella almost stopped breathing.
Her face turned bright red.
But even so, she didn't run away; she stood quietly in place.
Arms crossed, she carefully examined Michael in front of her.
His muscles were well-proportioned, with clear lines and textures. Further down, his genitals, wrapped in black underwear, were so large they seemed about to burst through the thin fabric.
In three years of marriage, this was the first time she had seen him completely.
Her mind couldn't help but recall the thrilling scene from last night.
If she hadn't stopped that kiss in time, she was really afraid Michael would have had sex with her.
Knowing she couldn't let her thoughts run wild, Isabella closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. "Michael, do you have some kind of exhibitionist fetish? Can you put on some clothes before coming out?"
Michael had seen her early on. He sneered and calmly wrapped the towel around his waist, covering himself. "You sure know how to wrong me. Do you even realize whose lands you're on?"
As he spoke, he took a step forward, trapping Isabella against the wall. His large hand caressed her cheek, his voice low. "You rushed over here so eagerly. Do you want to continue what we didn't finish last night?"
Isabella's face tightened.
She almost forgot that Michael loved to hold grudges. The way she treated him last night, he would probably pay her back tenfold today.
But even so, she had no choice.
Knowing what was about to happen, Isabella swallowed hard and still said, "If I say continue, will you keep your promise?"
After speaking, she tightly closed her eyes, knowing that even if they continued, Michael wouldn't let it go just like that.
Sure enough, after hearing her, Michael let out a cold laugh from his throat.
He stepped back, put on a bathrobe, and sat in front of her, leisurely lighting a cigarette in her presence.
The white smoke obscured his exquisite features and hid the raging anger in his eyes. "Toying with me is fun, isn't it? You want to do it again?"
"Michael, I didn't..." Isabella tried to explain.
"Get out!" Michael interrupted her.
Isabella bit her lip, suddenly thinking of something.
Michael liked Bianca so much; they must have made love in that room last night.
She was too reckless, provoking him and now having to beg him.
Isabella couldn't leave.
She came in front of him, barely meeting Michael's eyes as he sat. "Last night was my fault."
He sat in front of her, hearing her apology, a slight surprise in his eyes.
Then he returned to his cold demeanor, sneering, "You think one apology will make me forgive you?"
Isabella knew she couldn't turn hostile. Daniel was still waiting for her to save.
She had to endure.
But she also knew that Sean must be in his hands right now. He deliberately hid Sean so she couldn't find him.
He was pretending to be innocent.
In the end, he just wanted to see her beg.
IIsabella truly wanted to give in.
"I was really wrong, Michael. Please forgive me this time." Isabella lowered her head, her voice hoarse.
At that moment, Michael suddenly leaned in, staring at her red lips, getting closer and closer.
Seeing he was about to kiss her, Isabella had no choice but to compromise.
Before she could feel the soft touch, suddenly, her waist tightened as something pinched her hard.
"It hurts." Isabella widened her eyes at him, covering her lower back and instinctively stepping back.
Michael probably liked to play some other tricks.
Michael gave her a cold look and ordered, "Come here and dry my hair."
"Is that all?" Isabella asked in disbelief.
Michael curled his lips, a mocking laugh escaping. "You wish. I'm just testing your sincerity. We'll talk about it later."
Isabella angrily gripped the towel in her hand.
She thought, 'So, he found it fun to tease me? Just wait. Once Daniel's illness is cured, I'll see how to get back to him.'
She stood beside him, pressing the entire towel on his head. With a bit of force, Michael became displeased. "Dry it properly. Don't forget why you're here."
Isabella didn't dare disobey, her fingers gently pressing on his head.
Neither of them spoke, the air filled only with their shallow breaths.
From her angle, Michael had his eyes closed, his long eyelashes subtly reacting to her movements.
Sunlight poured in from outside, adding a touch of warmth to the scene.
"Alright, it's done." Isabella didn't like the warm atmosphere between them. If they could get along so harmoniously, why was it now?
Just as she was about to dodge, her wrist was grabbed by a strong force.
In an instant, she was pressed onto the bed, Michael hovering above her, his breath hot as he looked at her. "Aren't you here to make peace? Why are you dodging?"
Michael's bathrobe was wide open, revealing the texture of his skin inside.
Isabella was momentarily at a loss for words but forced herself to stay calm. "Didn't you have something to say to me? Let me go first."
He raised an eyebrow, getting even closer, his voice ambiguous. "We can do it in bed."
Isabella blushed instantly.
Michael was already aroused.
Isabella thought, 'Didn't he just have sex with Bianca yesterday?'
"You want me to hand over Sean, but you have to sign an agreement first." Even though his body had reactions for her, Michael's voice remained calm when he spoke.
"What agreement?" Isabella sat up, her expression becoming tense.
Michael took a document from the drawer and handed it to her.
Isabella opened it and saw four clear terms written on it.
1. No private interactions with any other men.
2. No more talk of divorce.
3. Starting tomorrow, she would move in and live with him.
4. The child must be his; she couldn't have someone else's.
Looking at the four terms listed, Isabella couldn't help but twitch her mouth.
Michael must have known she would come and prepared this for her in advance, right?
She bit her lip, staying silent. Michael's voice suddenly turned cold. "If you don't agree, you can leave now!"
Isabella said, "The first two terms are fine, but what do the third and fourth mean? I move in with you, and then what? For how long? And the child, I'm not considering that for now."