Chapter 492

This was the perfect chance for her to finally say what she needed to say.

"Michael, remember when you couldn't stand to be around me for even a second? Even when I begged, you never softened. Before the divorce, I asked if you ever had any feelings for me, even a little bit. And what did you say?"

"You said no. You even went to Thomas to speed up the divorce. Now that you've lost everything, you suddenly remember me? Michael, what do you take me for?"

Isabella clenched her hands at her sides and bit her lip.

"Do you think saying a few nice words and admitting you were wrong will make me foolishly come back to you and be your wife again? Do you think I'm an idiot?"

This time, Isabella was truly angry.

Before and after the divorce, Michael never respected her opinions or thoughts.

He couldn't even manage the basic trust and respect that a marriage required. Why did he think that after everything, she would forgive him because of a few sweet words?

Or maybe he had another reason for wanting to reconcile so urgently.

Michael was no longer the president of the Brown Group, but she was still the heir to the Wilson Family. Nolan had tried every trick in the book to use her resources and background. Did Michael think of that too?

So, he was only saying these things for his own future, wasn't he?

When she looked at Michael again, the warmth and hesitation in her eyes were gone, replaced by a cold stare.

"I should have known. Someone as high and mighty as you would never lower yourself to me unless you wanted to use my status to get the Wilson Family's resources and help. But you can forget about it."

"I won't help you again. Years ago, I was blind to marry you, but now I see your true colors. The person I want to love and be loved by will never be you!"

Isabella's words were firm, but Michael wasn't about to give up because of her suspicions.

"Isabella, why can't you believe me? You clearly love me. Can you honestly say you never loved me, not even a little?"

He closed the door behind him and stepped forward, gripping Isabella's shoulders and forcing her to look at him.

He didn't believe she never had any feelings for him.

But Isabella refused to give him the satisfaction.

She lifted her chin and said deliberately, "That's right. I don't like you. I don't love you. Is that clear enough?"

Isabella stared at him without blinking.

Only she knew the truth-she had always loved deeply, and from the beginning, Michael had been the only one who held her heart.

But she'd rather die than admit it now.

After being rejected by Michael so many times, she needed to win this round.

Michael smirked, as if her answer was exactly what he expected. He knew her temper too well.

"Isabella, do you really believe yourself when you say you don't love me?"

If she didn't love him deeply, why would she have insisted on marrying him, even at the risk of falling out with her beloved grandfather?

In their three years of marriage, he had seen all her kindness and tenderness.

If that wasn't love, what was it?

Michael felt a warmth in his heart. He backed her into a corner, placing his hand over her heart.

"Isabella, be honest with yourself. If you didn't have feelings for me, why is your heart racing right now? Just admit it. You're into me. I can feel it."

A flash of anger sparked in Isabella's eyes.

She shoved his hand away. "God, Michael, get over yourself. My heart is racing because I'm pissed off. I already told you I'm not interested. How many ways do I need to say it?"

Isabella immediately retorted, but the next second, Michael had her pinned in the corner again.

He held her hand tightly.

This time, Michael placed her hand over his own heart, his voice low and husky.

"But my heart is full of you. I only love you, Isabella. Can't you feel it?"

"You."

Isabella never expected Michael to pull such a move, and she instinctively tried to pull her hand back. But Michael held her firmly in place.

She couldn't match his strength, so she gave up struggling and faced him directly.

"Yes, I admit I used to love you. But so what? In our three years of marriage, all you brought me was pain and endless grievances. Why would you think I would still love you unconditionally like before?"

Isabella gave him a big, unfiltered eye roll.

If it weren't for Aiden, she wouldn't have agreed to meet him today.

How could he have such a misunderstanding?

Seeing this, Michael just smiled and lowered his head, seemingly unaffected by her words.

"I don't care. I just know that you loved me before, and that's enough. As for now, we'll switch roles."

"What?"

Isabella didn't understand what Michael meant and looked at him questioningly.

The next second, Michael leaned in and whispered in her ear, "This time, I'll be the one chasing you. I'll make you fall in love with me again. I'm confident."

Isabella was speechless.

Where did Michael get this confidence? Why did he think she would fall for him again?

"Michael, do you think being persistent makes you look cool? I said I don't love you anymore. Not now, not ever. So please, stop bothering me."

Isabella yanked her hand back and glared at him.

She finally saw Michael's true colors. He was an arrogant, shameless jerk!

Michael didn't argue with her. Instead, he pulled out some evidence.

"If you don't care about me, then why did you help me behind my back? The evidence Aaron found-that was actually from your investigation, wasn't it?"

Michael's voice was unnervingly calm, his certainty making Isabella's heart race.

"Help you? I didn't do anything," she said, avoiding his gaze.

The last thing she needed was for Michael to discover she'd been secretly working on his behalf. His ego was already big enough.

"Really?"

Michael smiled helplessly. "I don't think Aaron alone could have found the suspicious person in those surveillance videos. And he couldn't have identified Nolan just by the watch he was wearing."