Chapter 192

At this moment, there was a sudden noise from upstairs.

Isabella, too nervous, accidentally bumped into the green plant in the corner.

Downstairs, Michael's lips curled up, "Isabella, come out, I know you're here. Hiding from me is useless."

Isabella pressed against the wall, her heart pounding like a drum.

What was he doing, sneaking into her house and shouting for her not to hide?

Michael was truly shameless.

However, Michael was right. This was her house, what was she afraid of!

Just as Michael was about to go upstairs, Isabella suddenly appeared from the corner of the second floor, catching him off guard.

Separated by the stairs, Isabella first noticed his slightly wrinkled suit.

Although not obvious, it looked particularly out of place on Michael.

And the stubble on his chin that had just grown out.

She really didn't know how he had become like this.

Michael was a public figure, and privately, he had a severe cleanliness obsession. How did he end up in such a disheveled state?

Could it be that he was looking for her?

The thought made Isabella's heart race uncontrollably.

But soon, she dismissed the idea.

How could that be possible?

He was Michael, who knew if he had been very close to that Violet during this time. He was looking for her just to put on a show in front of their elders.

"Are you coming down, or should I come up?"

Michael was the first to break the silence between them.

Isabella moved her lips, not wanting him to enter her bedroom, so she simply stepped down the stairs, "Let's talk downstairs."

"Alright."

Michael's attitude was very agreeable.

But none of this could elicit any reaction from Isabella anymore.

After all, she had seen his worst side. No matter how he changed, it was just a temporary facade.

They sat on the sofa, and Isabella didn't even pour him a glass of water. She faced him directly and asked, "Tell me, how did you find this place?"

Isabella was still in her pajamas, a cute pink bear series, fluffy and adorable.

But it seemed like there was less flesh on her face.

She had lost weight.

Michael felt a pang of heartache. It was all because of him that she had suffered so much.

He really regretted it.

Why didn't he control himself back then? Clearly, nothing had happened between Isabella and Nolan, yet he still dragged her into the car and forced her.

He was worse than a beast.

"Isabella, I..."

Michael hesitated.

"If you won't say it, then please leave my house!"

Isabella lost her patience and directly asked him to leave.

"I'll say it, I'll say it!"

Michael panicked, disregarding his dignity just to stay by her side.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong."

"Isabella, for as many days as you've been gone, I've been looking for you. Every night I dream of you, I'm so afraid I'll never see you again, so I..."

"So you used your means to find this place, without even asking for my opinion, and directly entered my house!"

Isabella was furious.

She didn't want to hear his apology, nor would she accept it.

Did he think a simple apology could erase the humiliation she suffered that night?

"Michael, you're just too lucky, born into a family where you don't have to fight for anything to get everything, so you're inherently selfish, arrogant, and superior."

"Do you only feel satisfied when you have everyone under your control, acting according to your commands?"

Every word Isabella said was like a needle piercing Michael's heart.

But he couldn't refute.

Because he had hurt Isabella.

He accepted all her resentment and hatred, just hoping she would give him a chance to explain.

"Isabella, I..."

Michael was about to express his remorse over the past period.

Suddenly, the sound of a car engine came from outside.

Atticus and Olivia were back.

Michael's face tightened. He had sneaked in here and couldn't be discovered.

But Isabella didn't care. She hadn't welcomed him in the first place; he had forced his way in.

When Atticus came back, she wanted to see how Michael would explain.

Ignoring him, Isabella prepared to open the door for Atticus and Olivia. As soon as she stood up, her wrist was grabbed.

Michael pulled her directly into the first-floor bathroom.

With the door closed, they were pressed tightly together.

Michael's hand was still around her waist. Realizing this, Isabella pushed him away.

She frowned and told him to open the door, "Michael, if you want to hide, do it yourself. I'm going out."

She was the owner of the house. Why should she hide with him?

Seeing Isabella not cooperating at all, Michael pulled her close and covered her mouth, whispering in her ear.

"Keep your voice down. I found this place by following Atticus. If he sees me, I'm done for."

Isabella's struggling body stiffened.

He had followed Atticus?

But Atticus's identity wouldn't allow someone to follow him without noticing.

Her heart sank.

Could it be that Atticus had discovered Michael but pretended not to and led him here?

"Michael, let go of me. I don't care how you got here. This is my house, and I make the rules."

Isabella didn't care anymore. She just didn't want to hide with Michael.

If Atticus and Olivia came back and found her and Michael hiding in the bathroom, what would that look like?

She didn't want any more ambiguous interactions with him.

But Michael's strength was too much for her to break free. Fortunately, he didn't restrain her for long, "If you don't want to hide here, tell me a place, and I'll go with you."

Michael knew her well.

Thinking about Atticus and Olivia outside, Isabella didn't waste any more words with Michael.

"Fine, I want to go to the window on the second floor. There's a corner there that's perfect for you to hide."

"Okay, I'll follow your lead."

Reaching an agreement, they quickly went to the corner by the window on the second floor.

She had been there earlier, monitoring everything downstairs.

Now that Atticus and Olivia were back together, she couldn't miss this opportunity.

Seeing the two of them get out of the car, Isabella focused on observing them, ignoring Michael beside her.

After getting out of the car, Olivia went to the trunk to get things, but Atticus took all the groceries from her, not even letting her carry a paper bag.

But for some reason, Olivia's expression seemed very cold.

She didn't wait for Atticus behind her, striding towards the house.

Atticus, looking guilty, followed behind, dutifully, not daring to say a word.

Isabella couldn't help but laugh.

Something must have happened between them on the way, or Atticus wouldn't have such a frustrated and speechless expression.

The domineering aura around Atticus was completely gone.

At this moment, a warm breath suddenly reached her ear, and Michael's deep, sexy voice came through.

"What are you looking at that's making you so happy? Let me see too?"