Chapter 164

As Michael's kiss grew deeper and his breath heavier, Isabella almost felt suffocated in his tight embrace.

She could clearly sense the desire building up in him.

If she didn't stop now, she had no doubt that Michael would make love to her right here without hesitation.

Isabella bit her lip and pinched his waist hard.

Michael frowned and stared at her in confusion.

Just a moment ago, she was enjoying it too. Why was she rejecting him now?

Isabella's face was flushed, and she was almost furious with Michael. "Michael, are you so desperate for sex? Can't you see where we are?"

Besides, he still had a high fever. But what bothered Isabella the most was herself.

They had just had a fight today, and they were supposed to be ignoring each other. However, because of one kiss from him, she almost gave in.

Because of her words, Michael sobered up completely.

His mind automatically recalled what had happened today at the Brown Villa, and the angry look in her eyes when she protected Nolan.

Thinking of that, the desire in Michael's eyes quickly faded.

He looked at Isabella beneath him, unable to say a word for a moment.

Then he got up and left, changed his clothes, and lay down on the bed with a heavy head.

Michael left so suddenly that Isabella sat in the bathtub for a long time, unable to react.

But thinking he was drunk, Isabella decided not to pursue it.

Looking at her soaked clothes, Isabella helplessly took a hot shower and changed into a clean robe.

When she came out, Michael was already asleep.

Seeing that, Isabella breathed a sigh of relief.

After a whole night of fuss, Michael finally quieted down.

Thinking about Michael's injuries, Isabella brought the first aid kit and checked his wounds while he was asleep.

Michael slept quietly, lying there peacefully. She lifted the blanket off him, unbuttoned his pajamas, and saw the scar that had just healed.

Perhaps because of the soaking , the edges of the scar were a faint pink, and some parts were already inflamed.

No matter when she looked at it, it always felt shocking.

If that knife had stabbed her, with her endurance, it was uncertain if she could have survived.

In this regard, she was grateful to Michael to save her life in a critical moment.

Taking out a disinfectant swab from the first aid kit, Isabella carefully applied the external medicine to his wound.

With each application, Isabella couldn't help but frown.

Didn't Michael know that he shouldn't drink alcohol with an injury? And he still had a high fever.

After treating the wound, Isabella took his temperature and gave him some fever medicine that wouldn't react with alcohol, finally feeling at ease to lie down.

After a whole day, not only was Michael exhausted and sleeping soundly, but she was also very tired.

Last night, she had chatted with Olivia until midnight, and Atticus had come over to talk, leaving her feeling off all day. Now, she wanted to sleep more than anyone.

Lying in bed, smelling the familiar scent of Michael beside her.

Isabella felt her eyelids getting heavy, and soon she fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Isabella was startled awake by a pair of deep eyes staring at her.

She sat up quickly, pulling the blanket tightly around herself. "Michael, are you crazy? Why are you staring at me so early in the morning?"

"I'm just curious. It's not like we haven't slept together before. Why are you so scared?" Seeing her first reaction upon waking was to avoid him, Michael felt an inexplicable frustration.

"Anyone would be scared if they woke up to someone staring at them, okay?" Isabella rolled her eyes at him.

Clearly, he was the one doing these strange things to her, and now he was blaming her?

"You should ask yourself if you're feeling guilty, which is why you react so strongly when you see me."

"If you're not feeling guilty, you won't react so strongly when you see me." Before Isabella could retort, Michael unbuttoned his pajamas in front of her, revealing a well-toned chest and defined abs.

Isabella was about to turn her face away when Michael suddenly questioned her, "Isabella, how did the mark on my neck come about?"

Isabella was stunned for a moment.

Michael, however, took her reaction as guilt.

He continued, "You know very well what kind of mark this is. Last night, it was just the two of us together. Did you take advantage of me while I was asleep and secretly kiss me?"

Isabella squinted her eyes and looked at the spot Michael was pointing to.

There was indeed a small red mark near his collarbone.

To reach that spot and leave such a mark, it could only be a kiss mark, and it looked like it was sucked out.

She instantly recalled the scene she saw when she opened the private room door last night.

Michael was surrounded by a dozen beautiful women, all vying for his attention, and he didn't refuse any of them.

Her previously puzzled thoughts suddenly became clear.

Isabella's face was now filled with coldness and sarcasm. "Are you kidding? Michael, you are really shameless. Why don't you reflect on yourself? Do you have the kind of charm that would make me want to kiss you forcefully?"

Michael touched his face, quite confident in his looks. "If I don't have that charm, who does?"

Isabella was silent, but she had to admit Michael's face was indeed very alluring.

However, she was no longer the same Isabella. No matter how good-looking he was, she wouldn't secretly kiss him at night.

"Mr. Brown, don't be full of yourself. Your words is enough to make anyone feel nauseous." Isabella, unable to hold back her anger, deliberately said things to provoke him.

"Really?" Michael raised an eyebrow. "I wonder who it was that cried and begged to marry me. Why didn't you feel nauseous then?"

Isabella, unable to out-argue him, decided to speak plainly. "That was in the past, not now. The more I wanted to marry you back then, the more I regret it now."

Isabella finally won a round, but Michael's face darkened.

As if provoked, he pointed to the mark on his neck and moved closer, asking, "Then explain this. If you regret it, why are you still thinking about my body?"

"Stop talking nonsense." Isabella was so angry that her face turned pale. "Michael, have you forgotten how you got to the bar last night? Your good friend Ethan called over a dozen beautiful women to help you relax, with all kinds of styles and types for you to choose from. But you got so drunk that he had no choice but to call me."

Hearing this, Michael squinted his eyes, as if questioning the truth of Isabella's words.

Meanwhile, far away at home, Ethan was sleeping soundly in bed, who was completely unaware that he had been sold out by Isabella.