Chapter 125

A few minutes later, Isabella had changed into her dress.

Michael had chosen a red off-shoulder cocktail dress, simple and elegant, with two cutouts at the waist.

The length was just right, ending above her knees, and revealed her slender, well-proportioned legs.

The color suited her perfectly, enhancing her natural beauty and adding a touch of sexy allure.

Wearing high heels, she walked to the mirror and instantly fell in love with the dress.

Grand yet elegant, with special detailing at the chest, it was definitely Michael's style.

But she wouldn't give him any credit just because it was his choice. Even if she liked it, she wouldn't admit it in front of him.

Through the mirror, Isabella saw Michael's tall figure approaching her.

His deep eyes were glued to her, and a faint smile curved his lips. "Not bad."

Isabella glanced at him.

As expected, getting a compliment from him was difficult, though the dress looked perfect on her.

The dress Nolan had given her was suitable for a demure lady. It was beautiful, but she couldn't move around freely in it.

The dress Michael gave her freed her legs and didn't constrain her upper body.

But she wouldn't change her opinion of him just because of a dress.

For him, it was almost effortless. He just needed to say the word, and his assistant would bring everything to him.

He only needed to pick one he liked from the many options.

After all, he couldn't go out of his way to choose a dress for her.

At that moment, Michael handed her a small square box.

His expression had softened considerably. "This is your birthday gift. See if you like it."

Earlier at the party, her uncles had been very generous with their gifts. Although he had prepared in advance, she probably wasn't expecting anything from him.

Seeing her surrounded by people next to Daniel, he had refrained from disturbing her.

When she took the box, Isabella was surprised and even a bit nervous.

In three years of marriage, Michael had never given her a gift. She had always spent her birthdays alone.

And now, he had prepared a birthday gift for her.

After receiving luxurious gifts from her uncles, she was curious about what Michael had given her.

Opening the box, Isabella pressed her lips together, and she found it was a transparent crystal gemstone. Upon closer inspection, it looked very similar to the gemstone ring Daniel had given her, both made of high-quality materials and looking ancient.

She held the gemstone in her hand, feeling its warmth spread from her fingertips, soothing her.

Isabella didn't know much about these things, but she couldn't bear to let go of this gemstone.

She couldn't gauge its value, but she didn't think Michael would send her a fake.

Michael could tell what she was thinking. He took the gemstone from her hand and removed the expensive Azure Elegance from her neck.

He placed the gemstone he had given her around her neck and said, "I had this blessed by a priest to keep you safe. Don't take it off."

Isabella was stunned, thinking, 'Is this really Michael? Has he suddenly changed his personality?'

The gemstone against her skin made her feel warm inside.

The value of the gift didn't matter anymore; what mattered was Michael's intention.

But it was funny. This was the kind of gesture she had once dreamed of.

But now, she touched the gemstone on her chest, feeling a sense of melancholy.

If only Michael had cared for her a bit earlier. But unfortunately, this was impossible.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. "Ms. Taylor, the party has started a new program. Mr. Wilson asked me to invite you downstairs."

"I know," Isabella replied.

It seemed Atticus had seen her and Michael go upstairs, so he had come specifically to find her.

Turning to look at Michael, Isabella raised an eyebrow and said, "The gift is nice. I'll keep it."

Then she walked out the door.

Michael smiled and followed her downstairs.

When Atticus found out Isabella and Michael had gone upstairs together, he was so anxious he almost sent someone to barge in. Thomas had stopped him.

But now, seeing Isabella and Michael appear together, with Michael holding her hand, Atticus immediately regretted it.

He shouldn't have listened to Thomas. He should have gone up and punched Michael, then found an excuse to kick him out. He didn't want to see Michael ever again.

Isabella's red dress was eye-catching. Atticus stepped forward and pulled Isabella away from Michael.

He whispered, "What's with the dress?"

Isabella had changed her dress after being with Michael, which was suspicious.

Isabella knew Atticus had misunderstood.

But if she told him that Michael had torn her dress, it would cause the trouble to the party, so she had to find a middle ground.

Isabella explained, "I got my period and accidentally stained my dress. I didn't want anyone to see, and since he was there, I asked his assistant to bring me a new dress."

Atticus raised an eyebrow. "Is he really that considerate?"

"It's true. You can check the surveillance if you don't believe me," Isabella said sincerely.

Atticus finally relaxed. "As long as he didn't bully you. If you need anything, come to me, not him!"

"I know, Uncle Atticus."

The party was organized by Atticus, and he had a lot to oversee.

Knowing she wasn't bullied by Michael, he quickly went to accompany Daniel.

At that moment, Violet pushed Nolan to the front row of the stage.

Isabella was already seated in the front row, and Michael naturally sat next to her.

Nolan was in a wheelchair and didn't need a seat, so he could sit anywhere.

Isabella had someone move the chair next to her so Nolan could sit beside her.

Seeing that, Michael's face immediately darkened.

It seemed she had completely forgotten his earlier warning.

Whenever Nolan appeared, her attention was no longer on him.

At that moment, Violet quietly sat next to Michael and pretended to greet him casually, "Mr. Brown, what a coincidence. You don't mind if I sit here, do you?"