Chapter 462

"Michael, are you okay? Where does it hurt?"

Seeing Michael's face go pale with pain, Isabella felt a wave of guilt wash over her.

She knew he was hurt, so why did she hit him so hard just now?

But he was being so annoying, always trying to touch her.

She was about to lift his shirt to check his injuries when, in the next second, he scooped her up and carried her into the temporary resting room.

Isabella was tossed onto the bed, followed by the sound of his heavy breathing.

"I was just kidding around. If you stay still, my injury won't hurt."

"Michael, you jerk."

"Isabella, just think of me as a jerk. After all, this is just a dream. I'm not letting you go."

His passionate kiss silenced her completely.

All night long, Michael made love to her repeatedly, holding nothing back.

The next morning, when Isabella woke up, her body ached so much she thought her back might actually be broken.

She turned and glared fiercely at the sleeping Michael beside her. If she wasn't afraid of waking him and ruining her plan, she would have slapped him.

Just because it was a dream, did he think he could do whatever he wanted?

The entire night, he didn't stop. By the end, she couldn't even beg for mercy anymore, just lying there watching the ceiling light blur above her.

She forced herself to sit up despite the soreness, carefully putting on her clothes. She had to leave before Michael woke up.

Let Michael think it was just a dream.

She could forget everything from the past.

But this time, she couldn't forgive Michael.

He clearly liked her, yet he rejected her, even initiating their divorce.

No matter the reason behind his decision, she couldn't get past it.

She wanted Michael to feel the pain of unrequited love.

But now, she had to leave.

If Michael found out, it would be too late.

As she took her first step, Isabella's face turned pale for a moment.

That bastard, did he take something? How could he be so rough every time? She didn't need to check to know her vagina was swollen again.

She gritted her teeth and glared at Michael one last time, then took a deep breath, gathered her things, and opened the door.

The Wilson family's bodyguard was standing outside. Seeing Isabella come out, he bowed his head and said, "Ms. Taylor!"

Isabella pulled up her coat collar, her voice slightly hoarse, "Let's go home."

It was all Michael's fault for having too much energy. She barely slept last night, and now her body felt like it had been run over by a truck. She didn't want to do anything but go home, take a good shower, and sleep.

The bodyguard looked troubled. "Ms. Taylor, there's something you should know."

"What is it?"

"Mr. Atticus Wilson just called looking for you, and Mr. Holden Wilson is at home waiting for you too. If they see you like this, I'm afraid..."

The bodyguard didn't dare to say more.

With Atticus's temper, if he knew Isabella spent the night with Michael, he might show up ready for a fight.

"Like this?"

Isabella belatedly looked down at herself, catching a glimpse of her reflection in the wall mirror, seeing the kiss marks on her neck.

She closed her eyes in frustration.

Even her coat couldn't cover the marks. She could only imagine how intense it had been.

"Take me to a hotel instead."

Not only were Atticus and Holden at home, but Olivia was there too. If they saw her like this, she couldn't imagine the consequences.

She needed to hide out for a couple of days until the marks faded.

Shortly after Isabella left, Michael slowly woke up, looking at the messy room.

Rubbing his throbbing temples, he recalled a vivid dream from last night.

In the dream, he and Isabella talked for a long time.

Then she wanted to leave, and he panicked.

So he pulled Isabella onto the bed and made love to her repeatedly.

Even though he knew it was a dream, his body felt relieved and satisfied, and he felt much better now.

Even his injuries didn't hurt as much.

If only it wasn't a dream.

Thinking this, Michael couldn't help but smile bitterly.

What was he thinking?

If that dream were real, Isabella would probably want to kill him, not let him do things she didn't like.

As he was lost in thought, his phone suddenly rang.

It was Aaron calling.

Michael, in a good mood, picked up the phone. "At this hour, it should be evening there. Why aren't you spending time with your girlfriend instead of calling me?"

Even over the phone, Aaron could sense Michael's good mood.

He couldn't help but laugh. "Girlfriends are important, but I have something more important to discuss with you."

"What is it?"

Michael's voice was lazy and hoarse, like he had just woken up.

Aaron had a hunch but didn't dare pry into his boss's personal life.

He just shared his thoughts. "Mr. Brown, I've made up my mind. I only recognize you as my boss, so I'm resigning!"

After learning that Michael had left the company yesterday, he made this decision.

He had already sent his resignation letter to the HR department.

The reason was that he was getting married and wasn't sure where he would settle down, so he planned to resign and focus on the wedding.

He knew his resignation would be quickly approved.

Especially now, as Nolan was consolidating his power.

Anyone loyal to Michael would be let go, and Aaron, as the CEO's assistant, would be the first to go.

Aaron had been with Michael since he joined the company. Now that Michael was no longer the CEO of the Brown Group, Nolan wouldn't keep Aaron around.

Rather than being marginalized, Aaron decided to plan for his future.

But he still wanted to inform Michael.

Even if Michael was no longer the CEO, he was still Aaron's boss.

If possible, Aaron wanted to continue working with Michael.

But Aaron didn't expect Michael's reaction to be so different from what he imagined.

"Did you lose your mind while you were overseas? Didn't I tell you that even if Nolan doesn't want you here, I can easily transfer you to another branch? If you want to stay with the company, that's totally doable. Everyone knows you're my assistant. As long as you don't screw up, Nolan wouldn't dare touch you. At most, he'll just transfer you to another department, but your pay won't take a hit. Why walk away from good money?"

Michael's barrage of questions left Aaron stunned.

Was this still the aloof Michael he knew?

He was actually coaching an assistant on how to milk the company for benefits!