Chapter 162

The next second, Michael suddenly sat up straight, staring intently at Isabella in his arms.

His serious gaze made Isabella wonder if he was truly drunk or just pretending to be drunk under the influence of alcohol.

Isabella didn't say anything, coldly watching to see what he was up to.

Who knew that Michael's next words would shock her. "I just like your type. How about you marry me?"

Hearing that, Isabella was stunned.

Before she could react, Michael lowered his head and kissed her. Fortunately, she dodged in time, and his heavy-breathing kiss landed behind her ear.

But he didn't stop, moving down to bite her neck. The tingling sensation made Isabella let out a low moan.

Realizing what Michael was doing, she pushed him away. "Michael, stop pretending in front of me. Do you think I don't know what you're up to?"

Michael lay there honestly, his eyes dazed, but he still responded to Isabella's words, "I'm not pretending. I like you. Can't I kiss you?"

Looking at Michael's dumbfounded look, Isabella suddenly wanted to tease him.

He usually bullied her, and now that she finally had a chance to fight back., how could she miss it? Besides, drunk Michael seemed a bit silly.

She squinted her eyes, leaned closer to him, and pinched Michael's face with her fingers, just as he had pinched hers earlier.

After pinching his face, she tugged at his ear hard.

Seeing it turn red, she slightly loosened her grip.

If it were before, she wouldn't have dared to do this.

Michael was very proud and wouldn't easily let anyone touch his sensitive spots.

But today was special because he was so drunk that he wouldn't remember anything tomorrow, so she had nothing to fear.

"Michael, what did you just say? You want to marry me? Do you mean it?" She raised an eyebrow and asked him.

"Yes."Michael half-opened his eyes, his deep gaze falling on her face, and he smiled smugly as if he remembered something. "I will definitely marry you."

Isabella sneered at his words. She hadn't even agreed, so why was he so confident.

"Why do you think you can marry me?" Isabella added.

Perhaps Isabella's words were too hard to understand, as Michael stared at her blankly, his dumbfounded look making Isabella's heart skip a beat.

Then he grabbed her hand like a child, asking her in confusion, "What do you want? I'll give you anything I have, okay?"

With his handsome face, doing such a cute act, how could she harden her heart?

Isabella pursed her lips, raised her eyes, and coldly stared at him. "You tell me what you have first, then I'll decide whether to marry you."

Michael's face turned red, his eyes misty, looking at Isabella with an innocent and aggrieved expression. "I don't know what I have. What should I do?"

Michael's pitiful look almost made Isabella lose control.

She held back her laughter, trying to understand the drunk Michael, who might have forgotten who he was.

She pulled her hand back, shrugged indifferently. "Then there's nothing we can do. After all, I'm so good-looking, with a great figure, and there are countless people pursuing me.If you don't have something worth my choice, why should I waste my time with you?"

"No!" Michael suddenly shook his head. "I know you'll be very beautiful when you grow up, and many people will like you, but I..."

He scratched his head in frustration, his eyes turning red. "But what can I give you? I have nothing. What should I do?"

Isabella watched from the side, wanting to take out her phone and capture Michael's current state.

If he dared to bully her again, she would show it to him.

With this leverage, Michael wouldn't dare to give her any more orders.

Seeing him fall into self-doubt, Isabella sighed and pretended to leave, "In that case, we should just break up..."

Before she could finish, he grabbed her wrist tightly, his red eyes pleading. "Please don't go!"

When Isabella's heart trembled, not knowing what to do, Michael spoke again, "No matter how, you can only marry me. Don't worry, I'll be rich in the future. I'll have lots of money, all for you."

Isabella rolled her eyes.

Michael was so drunk, yet he still made promises to other "girls" outside, as if she cared about his money.

"You're talking about the future. Who knows if you'll be rich in the future? I want the present. What do you expect me to do now, live a poor life with you?"

Michael shook his head frantically. "I won't let you suffer. I really have money. I just don't know where I put it."

Isabella sneered. "What a joke. You don't know where you put your money?"

"In the end, you just want to take advantage of me without spending money and then dump me. You rich people are all the same." Her scolding was merciless, and although Michael was drunk, he wasn't stupid. He could tell she was mocking him.

Michael's face darkened, and he pulled her into his arms, not letting her go. "No, you can't leave. You're mine. If anyone dares to take you, I'll kill them!"

In his firm embrace, Michael's strength made her feel like he wanted to merge her into his body.

Pressed against his chest, Isabella could clearly hear his erratic heartbeat, just as domineering and forceful as he was, invading her heart.

Isabella sighed deeply, letting him hold her.

At this moment, she wished Michael would never wake up and stay drunk like this; maybe she accept him.

But unfortunately, reality was cruel, with no room for fantasy. She was destined to part ways with Michael.

She had intended to bully him, but in the end, she was the one who felt hurt. She shouldn't have sought temporary comfort.

Pushing Michael away forcefully, Isabella slowly stood up and said coldly, "You should be sobering up now. If you want to come with me, get up yourself."

With that, she walked outside.

It was already late at night when they left the bar. If she took him back to the Brown Villa, Aiden would surely be awakened by Michael's drunken state and high fever.

Aiden wasn't in good health, and seeing Michael like this would worry him all night.

After thinking it over, Isabella decided not to return to the Brown Villa.

She didn't want to take him to her place either, so she dragged Michael to his villa.