Chapter 87

But she couldn't match Michael's strength. Her vigorous struggle was quickly subdued by Michael, and the fabric covering her body was torn down to her legs.

The thought of having to go through sex again made Isabella tense up all over.

She instinctively crossed her arms over her breast and shouted at Michael, "Michael, you're too much! You're torturing me to extrem, and you still want to act like a beast in heat?"

Michael reached out with his large hand, and Isabella struggled desperately.

"Stop it. Let me check your injury and apply some medicine." His voice was calm, but his tone was imperiously unyielding.

His long fingers on Isabella's delicate skin lightened their pressure, but Isabella no longer had any trust in him. She didn't want to let him have his way again. "I don't need your help. Go away."

"

Isabella tried to block his actions, but the movement pulled at her wound, causing her to cry out in pain.

Michael's eyes darkened as he held her hands down to check her injury.

Her legs were pinned by his knee, making it impossible for Isabella to close them.

The sheet covering her was removed by Michael, exposing the red and swollen area. On closer inspection, there seemed to be a tear with traces of blood seeping out.

Michael's gaze darkened, and his lips pressed into a tight line.

Isabella was scared by his stare. After Michael's crazed demands last night, she was truly afraid of that look in his eyes.

"I don't need you to apply medicine. Go away. I don't want to see you again." Before Isabella could step down to the floor, Michael scooped her up and carried her out of the room, placing her on the bed.

Michael handed her clean clothes. "Come with me to the hospital."

He had been too rough during sex last night, inevitably causing her injury.

"No!" Isabella refused without thinking. She had only one thought now, which was to stay away from Michael.

Besides, she had just gone to the hospital yesterday. If she went again today, anyone could guess what she had been through.

She didn't want to experience that kind of awkward situation a second time.

Michael grabbed her wrist, half-threatening and half-coaxing, "If you don't go to the hospital, then I'll personally apply the medicine for you. With such a deep wound, it will take at least half an hour."

"Michael, don't you dare!" Knowing what he was up to again, Isabella's face turned blush with anger.

Seeing her angry, flushed face, Michael's lips curled into a wicked smile. He propped himself up on either side of her, trapping her beneath him, and whispered in her ear, "Why wouldn't I dare? Can you say you didn't enjoy it last night?"

"I didn't!"

"Really?"

"Then who was crying and moaning on me in the middle of the night, saying no with your mouth but clinging to me, asking for it again and again?" Michael's voice, perhaps recalling last night's scene, was filled with a satisfied and hoarse tone of post-coital contentment.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Isabella's face heated up, not realizing Michael was so shameless as to bring this up openly.

"Then you admit you enjoyed it," Michael added

Isabella fell silent.

Last night, he had deliberately aroused her desires, coaxing her into having sex repeatedly, bullying her, and ignoring her pleas to stop.

"Madman!" Isabella tried to push him away but accidentally met Michael's deep eyes, which suddenly turned sharp.

"Isabella, until we are completely divorced, don't let me find out you have any physical contact with another man. If you dare to have sex with someone else, I'll make sure he wishes he were dead." Michael's gaze at her was filled with a bloodthirsty intensity. "Given my obsession with your body, I might just tie you to the bed and show you what it really means to be unable to get out of bed."

Hearing that, Isabella's heart trembled violently.

Last night's experience was already painful enough. With Michael's madness, she would surely die in bed.

"And stop taking birth control pills. Isn't having my child what you've always wanted? Now I agree, so stop pretending. With a child, Grandpa will be happy too. Don't you want to fulfill his wish?"

Isabella felt a pang in her heart.

Daniel had mentioned the idea of having a child more than once. He was sick now, and seeing her with a child was his greatest wish in life.

Her uncles were all unmarried and lived far away. She had lost her mother's love at a young age, and Daniel feared that if he passed away unexpectedly, she would lose her emotional support, and her child would be her anchor and her closest relative.

These were indeed things Isabella had once wanted the most-to have a child with Michael and fulfill Daniel's wish.

But now everything had changed, she didn't even want Michael anymore, let alone his child.

Isabella habitually retorted, "Just because we've had sex a few times, you're sure I'll get pregnant? Mr. Brown, did you forget how it went last night? If you have time, I suggest you go to the hospital and get checked out. Maybe you have some hidden health issues, which is why your performance in bed is so poor."

With that, Isabella quickly changed her clothes and left the room, without giving Michael a chance to grab her.

But while she avoided Michael, she couldn't avoid Stella.

Isabella awkwardly walked to the hall, enduring her discomfort, and was about to leave when Stella took a bowl of soup from a servant and walked towards her with a smile. "Isabella, you look so pale. You must be exhausted. Here, have some soup. Maybe there will be good news next month."

The noise from their lovemaking last night was so loud that even Aiden had come over.

Now, probably everyone in the Brown Villa knew what she and Michael had done last night.

Looking at the soup in front of her, Isabella was speechless.

'Michael, that bastard, has ruined myreputation and made things so awkward,' Isabella thought.

But Stella didn't see it that way.

She had learned about Isabella's background and was worried about how to persuade Isabella to come back. She hadn't expected that the two would end up having sex last night. If Isabella got pregnant, she would definitely stay.

Considering Isabella's background and influence, Stella had to keep her happy.

Before Isabella could react, Stella took the initiative to pick up the spoon and pulled Isabella to sit on the couch.

She "considerately" reminded Isabella, "You're not in good health. If you want to get pregnant, you need to eat more. Stay here for now, and I'll make delicious food for you every day."

Isabella's face remained cold, not taking in a word Stella said.

She only thought, 'Did Michael's coercion last night count as a crime? If I call the cop, could Michael be sent to jail?'