Chapter 49

Aiden was truly ill.

When Isabella walked in, Aiden was lying weakly on the bed, with an IV drip attached to his hand.

Isabella felt even more guilty.

It was all because of her that Aiden was so affected and fell ill.

"Aiden, I'm back to see you." Isabella placed the fruit aside and walked up with a smile, "I specially bought your favorite fruits. You can eat some when you're free, but not too much, or your blood sugar will rise."

Isabella nagged Aiden as she usually did.

Aiden, however, enjoyed it and patted her hand, "I know, Isabella has always been a sensible and obedient child. It's Michael's fault for not being able to keep you."

Isabella lowered her head, not daring to look into Aiden's eyes, feeling inevitably guilty. "I'm sorry. It's my fault for spreading the news. If you want to blame someone, blame me."

Aiden shook his head and sighed, "How can I blame you? If anyone is to blame, it's Michael for not taking responsibility. He promised to treat you well for a lifetime when he married you. It's my fault for not educating him well and making you bear so much. Isabella, I've never blamed you. I just hope you can come to see me often."

Isabella felt a pang in her heart. "Don't worry. Whether Michael and I divorce or not, I've always considered you my family. I'll come to see you whenever I have time, okay?"

"Good, I've been waiting for those words." Aiden happily sat up, but couldn't help coughing a few times.

"Have some water." Isabella brought over a cup of water.

"I'm old. I don't know how many more years I have left." Aiden said slowly.

"No, you're healthy and won't get old." Isabella comforted him.

"You always know what to say." Aiden's face showed more smiles, but also more reluctance towards Isabella. "Isabella, now that you're back, when do you plan to leave? Can you stay a few more days to keep me company? The house is always empty, and there's no one to talk to."

Isabella couldn't bear to refuse Aiden at this moment. She thought that since Michael wasn't home, she could wait until Aiden felt better before leaving.

Now Aiden's health was poor and ate much less.

Isabella personally made some porridge, and Aiden bearly ate some.

Isabella promised not to leave tonight, and Aiden slept peacefully.

It was already night, and Isabella returned to her previous bedroom.

She took a shower and went to sleep.

Michael arrived home late at night after his flight, feeling weak due to his stomach issues. He pushed open the door and collapsed onto the bed.

A familiar scent filled his nose.

It was unique to Isabella.

Impossible!

How could she be here?

Michael chuckled bitterly. He thought he must be so tired that he was having hallucinations

He unconsciously turned over, facing a small sleeping face.

In the moonlight, Isabella's delicate features were clearly visible. Michael's hand couldn't help but reach out.

So soft, so real.

It really was her!

Isabella was awakened by the pain. In the middle of the night, someone was pinching her face and touching her.

She opened her eyes to see a large shadow in front of her. Isabella quickly sat up and turned on the bedside lamp.

"Michael! What are you doing here!" Isabella blurted out in shock.

Michael found her reaction amusing, "Shouldn't I be asking you that? This is my house, my room!"

Isabella opened her mouth, wanting to explain but feeling it unnecessary.

After all, she came to see Aiden. Since he was back, she would leave.

As she got up to leave, Michael grabbed her wrist and pushed her back down.

His voice was weak and hoarse, but his grip was strong. "Why are you running? Weren't you just demanding a divorce from me two days ago? Now you're regretting it and trying to seduce me by lying in my bed?"

"Seduce you in your bed?" Isabella sneered. She admitted that Michael's handsomeness could make her dazed.

But after three years, his coldness had worn out her patience.

No matter how good-looking Michael was, she had lost interest.

"I was sleeping here peacefully, and you sneaked into the room and pinched me. You took advantage of me and now want to slander me." She couldn't help but raise her voice, "Do you want to look at my face? The marks are the best evidence!"

Isabella pointed to her red, hot cheek, her eyes full of anger.

Michael saw it too.

His eyes flickered. He thought he was hallucinating earlier, so he wanted to touch her to see if she was real.

He didn't control his strength.

"Let me see." Michael lowered his head and moved closer to her face.

"Stay away." Isabella, nervous, hit her head on the bed's switch, plunging the room into darkness again.

Only their intertwined breaths and the faint moonlight remained.

Michael's perfect face was magnified in front of her, his deep, dark eyes exuding a bewitching allure that deeply attracted her.

The scent of male hormones overwhelmed her, and Isabella blushed.

"Stay away from me." Isabella turned her head, trying to push Michael away. She kept moving to the side, almost falling off the bed.

Fortunately, Michael's large hand caught her, pulling her back under him, their bodies intertwined again.

Isabella pushed against him, but Michael was like a mountain pressing down on her.

Unable to move him, she could only vent her anger with words, "You were hiding. Why come back now?"

Michael, feeling unwell, initially planned to talk things out with her. Hearing her mention this, he endured the discomfort to argue with her. "Isabella. Have you forgotten the agreement you signed? As soon as Daniel's condition improved, you asked for a divorce and made the whole Evergreen City know while I was away!"

Michael narrowed his eyes, "How does it feel to see the news of you being dumped by the Brown Group's heir on the headlines?"

He pinned her hands to the pillow, his eyes in the dark like a hungry wolf, ready to devour her.

Isabella was too scared to speak.

Michael stared at her, his gaze turning from scrutiny to heat, "Isabella, do we really have to divorce?"

Isabella's eyelids twitched.

She instinctively lowered her eyes, avoiding Michael's eyes.

She didn't believe it was real. "I've already given you the answer. This marriage must end!"