Chapter 332

As the music started, Bianca placed Michael's hand on her slender waist and nestled into his embrace.

They swayed gently, spinning in time with the music. Michael's movements were mechanical, his eyes fixed on the small door across the room.

When the song ended, Bianca couldn't help but be captivated by Michael's charm.

She was reminded of the time she spent by Michael's side under the alias "Violet."

He had been so gentle and considerate, allowing her unrestricted access to his office despite her intern status. His gaze was always filled with affection.

There was no way that Michael could have been pretending.

It had to be Isabella who seduced him, using the child to manipulate him, forcing him to abandon his love to "Violet."

It had to be.

"Michael, let's never be apart again, okay? I love you."

Bianca's eyes were dreamy as she caressed his face, lost in her fantasy.

Michael's gaze was cold, but he knew one thing for sure.

If Bianca wanted Isabella to see them being intimate, then Isabella had to be nearby.

He knew the layout of this place well, but there were too many rooms to determine Isabella's exact location immediately.

If he acted impulsively and Isabella wasn't here, it would alert her captors.

He pressed his lips together, looking at the dazed Bianca, and his voice softened.

"Okay, I'll do whatever you want. We won't be apart anymore."

He needed to keep Bianca calm to quickly find Isabella.

Bianca's eyes lit up at his words, and she threw herself into his arms, "I knew you loved me. I knew I wasn't wrong."

Michael's expression remained emotionless, but he pretended to affectionately stroke Bianca's head.

"Good girl, take me to see Isabella. I don't care about her, but the child she's carrying is mine."

Bianca was wary, but Michael's charm quickly swayed her.

"Are you serious? You don't love her, it's just about the child?"

Michael chuckled softly, his actions becoming more tender, "I agreed to do that on the phone, didn't I? Do you still doubt my sincerity?"

"I just want to make sure the child is safe, then I'll do whatever you want, okay?"

His final words successfully lowered Bianca's guard, and her eyes involuntarily glanced at one of the doors.

Michael didn't push, waiting for Bianca to open the door herself before following closely behind.

But the room only contained a large bed covered in red rose petals, which looked eerie under the harsh lighting.

Bianca didn't mind; this was the effect she wanted.

Soon, Isabella would have a front-row seat to watch her and Michael make love. The thought alone thrilled her.

Michael's face grew darker; there was no sign of Isabella in the room.

Had Bianca already moved her?

"Michael, what are you looking at? Do you like the scene I set up?"

She had paid a high price to have it arranged.

It was all for a special first time with Michael.

He turned to Bianca, raising an eyebrow, "Since you set it up, how could I not like it?"

Michael tried to keep his emotions in check, not letting Bianca see anything amiss.

"So, you enjoy a bit of excitement, huh? I want our time together to be unforgettable."

With Isabella as a comparison, she had to go for bold and thrilling.

Though it made her a bit embarrassed, she knew men secretly liked bold and fiery women. Michael was no exception.

"As long as it's with you, I like it, exciting or not. Besides, you've prepared everything, so why ask?"

Michael deliberately showed eagerness, lifting Bianca's chin to meet his suggestive gaze.

"Michael, do you really want to make love to me?"

Bianca blushed, lowering her head.

She thought Michael might be put off by her actions, but he seemed to understand her.

"Of course, but shouldn't you show me what you mean by 'in front of someone' first?"

"I don't see anyone else here. Where's the excitement in that? Where's Isabella? Did you send her away?"

Michael probed for information without showing his hand.

Bianca smirked, "Of course not. I arranged for her to 'observe.' Why would I let her go?"

With a clap of her hands, the black curtain on the opposite wall was pulled down, revealing a transparent glass window. Through it, Michael saw the person he had been longing for.

In the adjacent room, Isabella was bound, her hands and feet tied, her mouth gagged. She had heard their entire conversation.

She was forced to stand on a chair to see the scene.

She had thought Michael wouldn't come, but he did, and it was to make love to Bianca?

This jerk Michael only had sex on his mind!

But in Michael's eyes, despite Isabella being tightly bound, she seemed unharmed except for some dirt. Her belly was still rounded; the child was safe.

For the first time since entering, he felt a sense of relief.

"Michael, now that you've seen her, let's begin."

Bianca glanced at Isabella, deliberately undressing and pressing herself against him.

The rooms were close enough that Isabella's muffled sounds were clearly heard.

Michael's gaze shifted to her, and he noticed a hidden injury on her neck, a clear mark of strangulation.

No one but Bianca could have done this.

She had hurt Isabella?

Rage flared within him, though his face remained impassive, his grip on Bianca's waist tightened significantly.

"Ow, Michael, be gentle."

Bianca whimpered, collapsing against him, "What's wrong? You saw her and changed your mind? Are you feeling sorry for her?"

Her voice was still sweet, but her words were full of threat.

"Don't say I didn't warn you. Even though we're close to her, there are several people watching her. They're armed. If you try to save her, she'll be dead in seconds, and it won't be pretty."

"Michael, want to test it?"