Chapter 173

"Talk?"

Michael moved closer to her body with a mischievous grin, his voice hoarse, "I'm like this, and you still want to talk, huh?"

Isabella's face turned red; Michael was exuding hormones at every moment.

It was making her thoughts almost chaotic.

But she hadn't forgotten her purpose; she had to get this agreement signed while Michael was most likely to agree.

"Let's talk about the child."

She looked up at him with a determined face, "I need you to sign an agreement personally to feel at ease."

Michael's narrow eyes half-closed, as if trying to see through her, "Agreement? Isabella, are you deliberately bringing this up now?"

Caught in her thoughts, Isabella's eyes flickered involuntarily.

She knew this wasn't a very honorable thing to do.

But she had no choice.

If she didn't take this opportunity, when would she have another chance to "coerce" him?

"Just tell me if you agree or not."

Isabella bit her lip and got straight to the point.

Might as well take a gamble.

The desire in Michael's eyes turned into curiosity; he stared at her intently, not getting up but maintaining this position to "talk" with her.

"In such a hurry?"

"Without knowing your conditions, how can I agree?"

He wanted to hear what little scheme she had in store for him.

She asked for an agreement when they divorced, and now for having a child too?

How could a child be divided?

Or did she never intend to be with him?

Isabella pursed her lips, "We both know how this child came to be, so if I do get pregnant, the child must be mine!"

To appease Michael, Isabella quickly added, "As compensation, I will transfer all the shares of the Brown Group that Aiden gave me to you. How about that?"

That was fifty-five percent of the Brown Group's personal shares; Michael, as the CEO, would definitely want them.

Anyway, she had already decided that she would leave with the child, and she wouldn't hold onto things that didn't belong to her.

"The conditions are tempting."

Michael gave a fair evaluation, but his eyes turned dark in an instant.

Sure enough, she had planned this all along.

That's why she agreed so readily at the hospital; she used him to have a child and could put on a show of marital bliss in front of Daniel.

She used him so thoroughly and discarded him so easily.

Isabella was indeed the woman he liked.

When she was ruthless, she was colder than him.

He couldn't help but wonder, if it were his brother Nolan standing in front of her, would she also bring out such an agreement and force him to sign it?

"So, you agree?"

Isabella's eyes lit up.

While she was happy, she also felt a bit disappointed.

Michael agreeing to sign so quickly showed how much she meant to him.

But this was good; the child would be hers alone in the future. As long as Michael didn't fight for custody, she was content.

But in Michael's eyes, her expression was heart-wrenching.

The child wasn't even born yet, and she was eager to get rid of him.

What did she take him for?

A tool for having a child!

Fine.

Isabella had successfully offended him.

He raised his eyes, his tone emotionless, "Why wouldn't I agree? Fifty-five percent of the shares is no small amount. Since you asked, of course, I agree."

The more he spoke lightly, the more obvious the pain was.

He was the heir of the Brown Group, a man at the top of the pyramid, and now he had to rely on a deal to have a child with Isabella.

And all of this was because of Nolan's appearance.

If it weren't for Nolan, how could Isabella have changed her mind so quickly, with her eyes only on him?

"So, can we continue now?"

The desire in Michael's eyes surged again, this time mixed with suppressed anger and unwillingness.

He just wanted to press her down hard, to make her eyes only see him.

Isabella didn't expect Michael to agree so readily. Faced with such a blatant hint, her body heated up.

But to have a child, sex was inevitable, and it might become more frequent in the future.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and spread her arms, a resigned expression on her face, "Come on."

Michael was already eager to become one with her.

But seeing her tense body and the unwilling expression she was trying to endure, his desire extinguished instantly.

He couldn't force himself to continue.

His eyes darkened, he got off the bed, said, "You sleep first," and left the bedroom.

With Michael suddenly gone, Isabella didn't react for a moment.

How could he just leave?

Michael had agreed to her terms; shouldn't he be trying to "make a baby" with her now?

Or did he change his mind!

No way.

Isabella clenched her fists. She had worked hard to get him to agree to this agreement; she couldn't let anything go wrong halfway.

If he couldn't, then she would take the initiative.

After all, the child would be hers in the end; it didn't matter if she suffered a bit.

After waiting in the room for a while and not seeing Michael, Isabella decided to take the initiative and find him.

Before leaving, she changed into a more seductive nightgown.

She noticed the study light was on, so she walked to the door.

She gently pushed the door open with her fingers and saw him working on the computer. She didn't go in but stood at the door watching him.

Until his attention shifted to her.

Only then did she slowly use her fingers to slide the sexy strap off her shoulder, letting it fall bit by bit, finally stopping at her full chest.

The half-revealed look was the most enticing.

Coupled with Isabella's provocative expression, Michael's face remained unchanged, but his heart was already stirred.

She had been proactive before, but never as passionate as tonight.

But thinking about her purpose of having a child and leaving him, Michael's heart hardened.

Michael's gaze remained fixed on her, while he gave instructions on the phone.

However, Isabella continued.

Her silk robe fell to the ground, revealing her curvaceous figure. She kicked off her slippers and walked towards him barefoot, step by step.

Seeing Michael still looking serious, Isabella felt anxious and embarrassed.

She had a strong sense of self-respect, and doing this was entirely for the child.

But Michael had no reaction at all.

Just as she was about to retreat, her waist tightened, and she was lifted into Michael's arms.

She sat firmly on his lap.

His rough hands felt like they were on fire, making her skin feel incredibly hot, causing her heart to tremble.

She bit her lip, reaching out to climb onto his shoulders and kiss him.

Suddenly, a formal voice sounded between them.