Chapter 142

Normally, Isabella wouldn't say a word more and would slam the door and leave.

But now, seeing Michael's wound acting up, she couldn't leave. "Michael, you need to go to the hospital with me right now."

Michael was in so much pain but still gritted his teeth and held on, not afraid of passing out in the office with no one to help him.

Unexpectedly, Michael didn't listen at all. He would rather endure the pain than go with her. "Isabella, I told you, you can leave now. My matter has nothing to do with you." "

Michael's non-cooperation made Isabella's anger flare up. "That's not up to you. Don't forget, we're not really divorced yet!"

As soon as she said it, Isabella froze.

These were originally Michael's words to threaten her, and she never thought she would use them against him one day.

But now she couldn't care less. Before Michael could react to what she said, Isabella pushed him back onto the couch.

She reached out to lift his shirt to check the wound.

"Isabella, what are you doing?" Although Michael reacted quickly, Isabella still saw the gauze on his wound seeping with red.

Her brow furrowed instinctively, and she said angrily, "What do you think? Don't you feel any pain from your wound reopening? I really wonder if you're a puppet, with no sensation at all."

"Where's the first aid kit?" Isabella asked him with a frown. She had taken care of patients before and knew how to do basic wound care.

Michael was stunned for a moment but, seeing the urgency in her eyes, he said, "In the second drawer of the cabinet."

Isabella glared at him but still went to get the first aid kit.

The originally empty and quiet office became a bit warmer with Isabella's presence.

Watching her hurriedly get the first aid kit for him, her face tense with worry, he couldn't help but smile.

It seemed that he wasn't completely unimportant to her.

Isabella quickly brought the first aid kit, lifted Michael's shirt, and gently removed the gauze to reveal the slightly torn wound underneath.

Fortunately, it wasn't too serious, or she would have forcibly taken Michael to the hospital.

"Don't move!" She took the medicine and cotton swabs from the first aid kit, squat in front of the couch, and carefully changed his dressing.

Perhaps Isabella was too focused on the task at hand and didn't notice Michael's gaze on her.

Michael's eyes were no longer cold but filled with warmth, perhaps this was what true couples were like.

They could argue, but when something really happened, they would still care for each other.

If he could, he really wished time would stop at this moment.

Just the two of them, with no one forcing them to divorce, and Isabella not leaving him for someone else.

Suddenly, a sharp pain in his wound made Michael gasp and look at Isabella's fluffy head nestled in his arms.

His voice was hoarse. "Isabella, it's hurt. Can't you be gentler?"

"So you do know!" Isabella said angrily, "I did it on purpose. Who told you not to take care of your body, stubbornly refusing to go to the hospital even with a wound?"

Suddenly looking up, Isabella met Michael's eyes, which were shining with a glint, and his gaze was directed at her breasts.

Isabella narrowed her eyes and applied more pressure.

This time, Michael really felt the pain. "Isabella, you're doing it on purpose!"

"Isabella, you're doing it on purpose!"

She snorted coldly, "Yes, don't you know your own condition? At a time like this, you're still thinking about sex. You deserve the pain!"

Michael was helpless.

She was right in front of him, her delicate skin and sexy breast exposed. Even if he wanted to pretend not to see, he couldn't.

After all, they had sex before, and those passionate moments replayed in his mind, impossible to forget.

He knew better than anyone how well their bodies fit together, and the alluring Isabella made him addicted.

Isabella, focused on changing the dressing, had no idea what Michael was thinking.

As she closed the first aid kit and was about to stand up, a large hand suddenly grabbed her from behind.

The first aid kit fell to the ground with a noise, and before Isabella could react, she fell into the soft couch.

In front of her was Michael's handsome, innocent face.

Their bodies pressed tightly together, Michael's suppressed breathing close to her. Isabella was stunned for a moment and immediately understood.

She pushed against his chest with her hands, her face flushed. "Michael, you bastard! Is sex all you think about? Get off me."

"No way!" Michael refused bluntly, even mischievously pressing his body closer, letting her feel his passion and desire to make love to her.

Isabella's face turned even blusher.

Michael bit her ear and said in a hoarse voice, "Isabella, I've always wanted to make love to you in the office. It would be more exciting during the day, but nighttime is good too. Looking at the view outside the window, don't you think it adds a special flavor?"

As he spoke, his large hand slid from her waist, his rough fingertips circling her sensitive areas, then gripping tightly.

He pinned Isabella beneath him and kissed her hard. "Isabella, you're mine. Don't think about escaping."

Isabella was kissed almost to the point of suffocation, and her skirt was somehow removed by Michael.

Looking at the bright lights above, she suddenly came to her senses, and realized this was his office.

"Let go, Michael, let go of me." Isabella used all her strength to try to push Michael away, but her body was pinned under him, and she couldn't match his strength.

Unexpectedly, he didn't try to control her, just said softly, "Move again, and my wound will reopen."

Hearing that, Isabella froze.

But this gave Michael a perfect opportunity. He only needed to move a little further to have her.

With their previous experiences, Isabella was no longer an innocent girl. Moreover, Michael was the man she loved.

Isabella's body couldn't help but heat up, but thinking about their relationship and Michael's wound, she tried not to fall too quickly. "We don't have any contraceptive measure here, we can't."

"Why not?" Michael chuckled and kissed her lips. "Don't forget, we're trying for a baby. These days are your fertile period. Maybe a change of place will be more effective. There's no one here, relax, you're too tense."

As Michael spoke, he teased her body with his fingers. When she was completely unguarded, he suddenly thrust forward, breaking their last barrier.

Michael's sexy panting mixed with Isabella's moans. Their bodies reacted more honestly than their minds. As passion peaked, she couldn't help but wrap her arms around his strong body.