Chapter 163

The car quickly arrived outside the villa, and Isabella was about to remind Michael beside her to get out.

In the blink of an eye, the Michael who had just been talking about how hard he would work to make money after marriage was now sleeping like a baby.

The light shone down from above his head, his messy hair covering his eyes, making his features even more pronounced.

Usually, Michael exuded a cold aura that kept strangers at bay.

But today, Isabella saw a cute and somewhat silly Michael.

She thought of how he had pitifully clung to her clothes on the way, begging her not to leave, promising to make himself better, so that she would only have eyes for him.

This state might only exist for tonight. By dawn, he would become the decisive and ruthless CEO of the Brown Group.

Thinking of this, Isabella took a deep breath and tugged at him. "Michael, wake up, get out of the car."

Hearing the voice, Michael half-opened his eyes in a daze, first looking in her direction, then at the door illuminated by the car lights.

He sat up and rubbed his temples. "You brought me back."

His deeply intoxicated voice still carried a hint of coldness.

Isabella was taken aback, knowing that Michael had sobered up.

What happened at the bar earlier would only become her exclusive memory.

"Yeah, can you walk by yourself?" Since he was awake, there was no need for her to stay.

"I don't feel well, I need you to help me inside." Sensing that she was about to leave, Michael suddenly became anxious.

Isabella hadn't planned on leaving anyway.

Michael was drunk, and with his injuries and high fever, if she left him here, she would be the first to be held responsible if something happened tomorrow.

"Then get off quickly!" Isabella reached out to help him, but Michael's tall frame made it extremely difficult for her even with partial support.

After much effort, she finally got Michael into the room, and he immediately started fussing about wanting to take a bath.

Isabella knew him well; with his cleanliness obsession, he had to take a bath before he could sleep after coming back from outside.

Unable to reason with a drunk Michael, Isabella went to the bathroom to run hot water and let him go in by himself.

Then she came out and sat on a chair to rest.

She almost fell asleep sitting there, but Michael still hadn't come out.

Realizng Michael had been in there for an hour, Isabella frowned, worried something might have happened, and quickly got up to knock on the bathroom door. "Michael, are you done?"

It was very quiet inside.

Listening carefully, she couldn't even hear the sound of shower , and Isabella's heart skipped a beat.

She suddenly remembered that Michael still had a high fever, thinking he might have gotten confused.

Without thinking, Isabella pushed open the bathroom door and rushed in.

In the pure white double bathtub, water was continuously overflowing from the edges, and Michael, with his upper body exposed, had his arms draped over the sides, sleeping deeply.

Isabella stepped through the water to touch his forehead.

Strangely, his body temperature had actually gone down a bit, not as scorching as it was at the bar earlier.

But if he continued soaking like this, even if the fever subsided, it would come back in the middle of the night.

However, Isabella didn't know how to get the completely naked and soaking wet Michael out of the bathroom.

After thinking for a moment, Isabella decided to wake him up. "Michael, get up."

Michael opened his eyes in a daze, seeing Isabella's enlarged face in front of him, wondering if he was hallucinating.

How could she be in front of him, caring for him like this?

"Isabella? It's really you." Michael's eyes were filled with disbelief, and his voice softened considerably.

"Michael, you've been awake for a while, stop pretending, get up and go to bed." Isabella looked at him with exasperation.

After a whole night of fussing, she hadn't even gotten any sleep herself.

Isabella helplessly reached out to pull Michael's wrist, but he showed no intention of getting up.

She used all her strength, but Michael in the tub remained unmoved.

Isabella couldn't hold back any longer. "Michael, are you doing this on purpose? With your built, how can I move you by myself? If you don't want to get out, just stay in there!"

After saying that, she angrily tried to let go of his wrist and turn to leave, but Michael grabbed her instead.

Michael used so much force that Isabella almost got pulled into the tub. "I'll get up, don't leave."

His slightly resentful voice came from behind, as if she was the one at fault.

Isabella shook her head helplessly, thinking she was really losing her mind to argue with a drunk Michael.

She just needed to get him to bed, and they could go their separate ways in the morning.

Finally, after much effort from both of them, Michael managed to get one foot out of the tub, just about to put on his slippers when he slipped.

"Michael!" Isabella exclaimed, not out of concern for him, but for herself.

Because even in a weightless state, Michael didn't forget to pull her along, and they both fell back into the water-filled tub.

When she came to her senses, she was completely soaked in the water.

And Michael, like a mountain, was hovering above her, staring at her with deep and fiery eyes.

Having experienced this kind of situation before, Isabella didn't need to think to know what was on Michael's mind.

Even drunk like this, he still had the energy to think about sex.

But following Michael's gaze, Isabella looked down and realized that her clothes had slipped off her shoulders.

And with the water soaking them, they clung tightly to her body, revealing her sexy curves to Michael. No wonder he was going crazy.

Michael's eyes darkened, and his body instinctively pressed down, his heavy breathing on top of Isabella's head making her blush.

She pushed Michael away, feeling extremely flustered. "Michael, are you beast? How can you react like this?"

Michael was naturally very lustful, and whenever he had sex with her, he would torment her all night. Now, with all the alcohol, if he took advantage of it, she would have no chance of escaping.

In the few seconds Isabella was thinking, Michael had already instinctively moved closer to her.

His large hand gripped her wrist, pinning Isabella to the edge of the tub, and his sexy lips slowly found hers.

The moment their lips touched, it was as if Michael had unlocked something deep within him, no longer just tasting lightly, but kissing her forcefully.

His other large hand wasn't idle either, smoothly peeling off her clothes.

He wanted her to be entirely his, so no one would dare take her away from him.

Isabella had no chance to resist. Michael's kiss, like him, was forceful and domineering, even controlling her breathing.