Chapter 215

Hearing Violet's straightforward words, Michael's eyes darkened slightly, but he didn't say anything.

His people were right behind him, so he had nothing to worry about even if she wanted to do something.

The purpose of his questions was just to test her.

"Aren't you supposed to have a reservation at a restaurant? Why did you come here?"

This place didn't look like it had any restaurants.

Violet smiled delicately, "Mr. Brown, are you afraid I'll sell you out? Don't worry, I arranged this place specifically. It's absolutely quiet, and no one will disturb us."

Seeing that he couldn't get any answers, Michael simply stopped talking.

The car headed west and finally stopped in front of a beautifully scenic and secluded villa.

Not far outside was a wetland park with excellent ecology, making every breath feel like being in a forest.

As Michael walked, he observed the surroundings. It was late autumn, and a crimson maple leaf floated up with the wind, adding an artistic touch.

If Isabella were here, she would definitely fall in love with it at first sight.

Violet walked up to him from behind, trying to take his hand, but Michael skillfully avoided it.

She assumed that Michael was just reserved outside. She wasn't in a hurry; they had the whole night to develop their relationship.

"Mr. Brown, isn't the environment here nice?"

"Yes, it's very suitable for a vacation," Michael said honestly.

"I think so too. If the company ever gives us a holiday, I plan to come here for an afternoon, watch the sunset, and start a new day the next day."

She had fantasized countless times about being with Michael and owning a house together.

Just like now, walking around the house, enjoying the scenery, and savoring the beauty of being alone together.

She had secretly loved him for so many years, and now she had realized this dream in another identity.

"This place is indeed good for relaxation," Michael said, following her words, but his mind was analyzing the underlying meaning of Violet's words.

Judging by the longing in her eyes but the rare opportunity to come here, this house probably wasn't hers.

As for whose it was, he didn't care much.

"It's getting dark, Mr. Brown. Let's go inside and talk."

No matter how beautiful the scenery was, it couldn't compare to the attraction of Michael in front of her. Violet didn't want to waste any time and urged him to go inside.

The interior of the villa was even more special, with large areas decorated in sky blue, a cool color.

However according to Michael's observation, Violet didn't favor this color.

Her aesthetic was similar to Bianca's, preferring white or red.

If this house had anything to do with her, it would never be decorated in this color.

The overall style of the house was luxurious and grand, with foreign paintings hanging on the walls and a limited edition piano placed in the best spot by the window.

Every detail revealed meticulous care and attention.

It was clear that the owner of the house cherished it very much. He couldn't understand how someone who cared so much about the things in the house could lend it to Violet so casually.

While Michael was touring the house, Violet had already walked into the dining room.

After getting the owner's permission before leaving work, she had someone come over and prepare a candlelight dinner in advance.

Everything was ready, just waiting for her to light the candles and start this romantic journey.

She lit the candles and turned off the lights.

The room was now illuminated only by the flickering candlelight, which drew Michael over.

Violet sat under the candlelight, raised her wine glass, and gestured to him, "Mr. Brown, the atmosphere here may not match a high-end restaurant, but don't you think this quiet world for two has its own charm?"

The ambiguous atmosphere and flirtatious words.

If Michael still couldn't understand Violet's intentions, he would have wasted over twenty years of his life.

However, he wanted to see what her urgent desire to climb up to him was all about.

Seeing that Michael didn't come over, Violet deftly poured him a glass of wine, "On this occasion, Mr. Brown, won't you have a drink?"

Under Violet's eager gaze, Michael slowly walked over and took the wine.

His tone carried a hint of playfulness, "It's just the two of us here, with red wine and a candlelight dinner. Ms. Cooper, are you this bold?"

"I didn't say anything else. Mr. Brown, you're overthinking it. Besides, I trust you wouldn't do anything inappropriate to me, right, Mr. Brown?"

Violet deliberately threw the question back at him, secretly using her tricks.

She had to win over Michael tonight.

The drug she used was on the wine glass. As long as Michael drank the wine, he would have a strong reaction within half an hour.

Plus, he had been separated from Isabella for so long. She didn't believe he had no desire to release.

"Since you said so, I must be a gentleman."

"Cheers!"

Michael raised his glass like a gentleman, clinked it with Violet's from a distance, and then began to enjoy this carefully orchestrated "dinner."

To avoid arousing Michael's suspicion, Violet specifically chose a drug with a long onset time and strong aftereffects.

So, after dinner, Michael didn't show any unusual behavior.

Violet turned on the lights and suggested going to the second floor for a look.

Most of the upstairs was filled with the owner's collections, including famous paintings and various musical instruments, all well-placed.

Michael only admired them without touching anything.

Soon, they came to the largest room.

The decorations and furnishings inside looked like the master bedroom on the second floor.

Everything was complete, but there were no signs of anyone living there; everything was new.

There was a set of wooden cabinets against the wall, filled with various trinkets collected from abroad, each with its own meaning and value.

Suddenly, an old silver watch caught his attention.

Michael took a closer look, his brows furrowing slightly.

It wasn't that he cared about the value of the item, but it gave him a strong sense of familiarity.

He felt like he had seen it somewhere before.

Where could it be?

Before he could recall the memory of the watch, Violet's sweet voice came from behind him and instantly pulled him back to reality.

"Mr. Brown, why are you still looking at those things? I've been waiting here for so long. Could it be that a living person like me lying here is less attractive than those trinkets?"

Michael turned around to see Violet lying on the master bed, now dressed in a sexy camisole nightgown.

Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her eyes were filled with a seductive gaze.

Seeing Michael's eyes fixed on her, Violet bit her red lips and extended an invitation to him.

"Michael, what are you waiting for?"