Chapter 101

But what Isabella didn't know was that having a child was something Michael and Daniel had already discussed.

Today, she just happened to receive a call from Daniel.

After all, Daniel wanted Isabella to have a child more than anyone else.

Chris arrived quickly, and under the dual "instructions" of Aiden and Daniel, Isabella had no choice but to get into the car.

At the OGY, the doctor adjusted his glasses and routinely asked, "When was the last time you had sex?"

Hearing that, Isabella's mind went blank, and she thought that question was too direct.

She tried hard to remember the last time she was with Michael, but before she could speak, Michael answered first, "The 20th."

The doctor nodded and asked again, "What about your period?"

"It's usually at the beginning of the month, sometimes delayed," Michael added

Isabella felt somewhat uneasy. How did he even know when her period was?

The doctor glanced at the computer. "The date of sexual activity is not within the ovulation period. Next time, remember to have sex during this time. Of course, other times are also possible, and there is a chance of getting pregnant. But if you're in a hurry to have a child, have sex more frequently during the ovulation period."

Isabella was too shocked to speak, and her face turned blush with embarrassment.

Compared to her shock, Michael behind her seemed unusually calm. "When is her next ovulation day?"

Isabella stared at him in shock.

What did he mean by asking that? Did he really plan to have sex on that day without stopping?

The doctor calculated. "The 13th of next month. Try to have sex within three days before and after that date. The time is not restricted; daytime is also fine. After sex, don't get up immediately. Let the sperm stay in the body for about ten minutes."

Just hearing this made Isabella's ears burn.

If she had known that coming here for a check-up would be such torture, she wouldn't have come even if it killed her.

After listening to a series of instructions, Isabella quickly left the room.

Michael, afraid she might bump into someone, pulled her to his side. "Walk properly, what's the rush?"

Isabella's face was blush, and before she could retort, she heard a few young nurses looking at them and whispering while laughing.

"Look, isn't that Mr. Brown ? There's a rumor online that he has sexual dysfunction."

"I saw that news too. It's all nonsense. Just recently, Ms. Taylor came to the hospital for a check-up. Her lower body was swollen and slightly torn. If Mr. Brown couldn't perform, how did that happen?"

"Oh my God, Mr. Brown made Ms. Taylor tear. How intense must it have been in sex!"

The few of them whispered and laughed with blushing faces.

Isabella angrily glared at Michael, but his attention was entirely on the papers in his hand, not noticing the whispers around them.

Isabella, however, heard everything clearly.

"Isn't there a rumor online that they're getting divorced soon, that they'll be completely separated soon?"

"No way! My boyfriend works at a private men's clinic. He told me that Mr. Brown went there for a pre-pregnancy check-up. He checked everything, and the report was over ten pages long!"

Isabella gritted her teeth in anger, realizing Michael's tactics were indeed extraordinary.

The check-up report she received at the company the day before yesterday wasn't for checking any sexual dysfunction, but it was for preparing for pregnancy.

No wonder Daniel trusted him so much; his intentions were deep.

Outside the main entrance, Chris was waiting by the car. Seeing Isabella and Michael coming out one after the other, he promptly opened the back door for Isabella

As the CEO of the Brown Group, Michael had his own car and didn't need to ride in the Wilson Group's car.

The two of them were supposed to return to their respective companies.

Isabella finally found an opportunity not to be with Michael. She quickly walked towards her waiting car, hoping never to see Michael again.

Just as she was about to get in and close the door, a large hand blocked her way. "Where are you going?"

Isabella was stunned and looked at him in confusion. " Of course, I'm going back to the Wilson Group. Mr. Brown, do you think I'm as idle as you? There's a ton of work waiting for me at the company."

Emilio, the vice president, had just started his first day yesterday and was interrupted by him.

She hadn't even explained the workflow to him. Emilio had just joined the Wilson Group and needed her personal guidance to show the entire company his capabilities.

Otherwise, how could he establish authority and gain respect in the company?

"Who said I'm idle?" Michael frowned. Did she really think he was so irresponsible towards the company?

Isabella said perfunctorily, "Fine, you're busy too. Let's each do our own thing and not disturb each other, okay?"

As she spoke, she tried to push his hand away. Seeing that he didn't move, she secretly added more force, "Michael, I really don't like you constantly pestering me."

A simple sentence made Michael's heart tighten.

Given their relationship, he indeed had no reason or position to forcefully keep her.

But thinking about her rushing to the company, perhaps to see the distinguished Emilio, made Michael feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

He didn't want her to get too close to Emilio, thinking their relationship wasn't just a simple friendship.

The next second, Isabella took advantage of his distraction, pushed his hand away, quickly got in the car, and closed the door in a flash.

The whole process took less than five seconds.

The car made a turn and disappeared down the road.

Seeing Isabella so eager, Michael's face darkened, and his hand unconsciously clenched.

Was she in such a hurry to go to the company to see that man named Emilio?

Michael walked to the car, where Aaron had been waiting for a while. "Mr. Brown, are we heading back to the company?"

Originally, Michael's schedule for the day had been cleared to accompany Isabella for her check-up at the hospital, but he didn't expected that finished so quickly.

"No!" Michael transferred some money to Aaron on his phone. "Use this money to take a cab back. I have something to do."

After saying that, he got in the car and quickly drove off in the opposite direction.

Aaron stared at the amount, which was nearly a month's salary, in shock.

'Is Mr. Brown too happy or too angry? Why is he suddenly so generous?' He couldn't help but think.

Half an hour later, Michael's luxury car stopped outside the Starlit Tavern.

There were few people inside during the day since the bar's revelry happened at night.

Michael didn't care and casually found a seat, ordering the most expensive bottle of liquor.

After a drink, Michael's body temperature rose. He casually loosened his tie and the buttons on his shirt, revealing his sexy Adam's apple and collarbone.

Suddenly, a familiar figure entered his sight.