Chapter 55

She quickly looked away and got up to pour herself a glass of water.

When she sat back on the bed, she saw Michael in that state again. Biting her lip, she couldn't help but get up and open the closet.

She found a blanket inside and brought it to the bed.

After casually covering him with it, Isabella stared at Michael's face illuminated by the orange light, unconsciously entranced.

She had to admit, it seemed God favored Michael.

Even though she thought Michael was awful, his features were exceptional, with a prominent brow bone, and his face was so perfect that even she, as a woman, felt envious.

She maintained this posture, looking at him for a full few minutes.

Until a deep, cold voice pulled her back to reality. "How long are you going to keep staring?"

Isabella never expected Michael to be pretending to sleep.

Feeling tricked, she immediately withdrew all her emotions.

She had been worried he might freeze to death in the room, but it turned out he was just pretending.

She was furious.

Isabella straightened up and snorted, "I'm looking at you. You're almost thirty, do you really think you're still young and handsome?"

Michael fully opened his eyes, anger simmering in them.

One day, he would be driven to death by her sharp tongue.

Before Isabella could turn around, Michael reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Isabella clearly had feelings for him but refused to admit it.

He dominantly kissed her lips, and taking advantage of her gasp, Michael easily pried open her teeth. When his tongue touched hers, Isabella's eyes widened.

She was no match for his strength; her hands were pinned above her head as Michael deepened the kiss.

They felt hoter and hoter.

Michael was incredibly domineering. At first, he was just testing, but he gradually let go, entwining her tongue and even making sounds.

His hands didn't stay idle either, moving from her waist upwards until they grasped her soft breasts, kneading them.

Isabella instantly snapped back to reality.

She found it unbelievable.

Michael wanted to have sex with her, and she had to agree. For three years, she had wanted a child countless times, but he wouldn't even spare her a glance and used hurtful words to humiliate her.

Seeing that Michael was about to bite her neck, Isabella pushed him away without hesitation, "Michael, get off!"

The intimate atmosphere was abruptly interrupted by her push.

Michael, unprepared, almost fell off the bed.

Anyone would be upset if kicked away at such a moment, let alone the high-and-mighty Michael.

His face turned cold.

At this point, he couldn't bring himself to coax Isabella, so he got up and went to the bathroom.

Only cold water could calm him down now.

He had thought that Isabella finally cared about him when she quietly brought him a blanket, but she was still as fiery as ever.

They weren't even divorced, so why couldn't he kiss her?

The next morning.

Perhaps last night's events were too infuriating, Isabella still looked upset when she got up.

She angrily said to Michael, who was changing clothes, "Either you move next door today, or I will. Don't let me see you again."

Michael had already figured out Isabella's temper and said nothing.

Isabella glared at him and walked out the door.

She had a lot to do today; there was still a lot of work waiting for her at the Wilson Group.

And a few promising projects that she needed to oversee personally.

Even so, before leaving, she still went to check on Aiden as usual. Aiden was still asleep, and she didn't let Sophia wake him up before she left.

But as soon as her car left the Brown Villa, Isabella noticed something was off.

Someone was following her.

Two groups of people. One group even came from the Brown Family.

One group was very discreet, but she still noticed them. The other group didn't even try to hide.

Michael's people wouldn't be stupid enough to expose themselves. The only one who would be so blatant and unafraid of being discovered was...

Only the foolish and arrogant Stella.

Isabella glanced at the route and took a left turn at the next intersection, shaking off the followers and heading to a restaurant Stella often went to for breakfast.

Stella's people were clearly coming after her, so she decided to go to her directly.

After entering, Isabella went straight to the private room on the second floor, which was Stella's exclusive spot, with a beautiful view of Evergreen City's river.

She pushed the door open, and sure enough, Stella was there.

Stella was sipping soup with her fingers, and when she saw Isabella enter uninvited, she was startled, her face showing obvious disgust. "You really are a country bumpkin, don't even know how to knock. Do you have any manners?"

Isabella couldn't be bothered with her and walked straight to her, sitting down.

No matter what she did in the past three years, Stella was never happy about it. She later realized that Stella just didn't her.

Even if she tried everything, Stella wouldn't give her a second glance.

Then why bother pleasing someone who didn't like her?

"You don't deserve my manners. For you, it's not necessary and a waste of time. So, tell me, why did you have someone follow me? What do you want?"

Isabella's tone was direct as she stared at Stella.

Stella was taken aback, not expecting Isabella to confront her so directly.

But she did have her reasons.

No matter how Isabella changed, she just couldn't bring herself to like her.

She wanted someone with better background, someone gentle and considerate who could help Michael, not a country bumpkin who knew nothing and only dragged Michael down.

After thinking for a moment, Stella elegantly wiped her hands and took out an agreement from her bag.

She placed it in front of Isabella. "If you're smart enough, sign this. As long as you divorce Michael, you will get money and a house. Otherwise, if you drag this out, you won't keep your position as Mrs. Brown, and you can forget about getting any money."

Stella's attitude was condescending, as if she were doing Isabella a favor.

For someone like Isabella, this amount of money was probably something she had never seen in her life.

Isabella raised an eyebrow and picked up the agreement Stella had prepared.

But she was more curious about Stella.

How much did Stella look down on her to carry Michael's divorce agreement with her at all times?

The agreement was detailed, mostly targeting her.

But she had to admit, the terms were tempting.

If it were before, she might have been tempted, but now...

Isabella put the document back on the table and sighed, "It's not that I can't sign it. Michael is the problem. If he doesn't agree to the divorce, what can I do? Of course, if you can convince him, that would be great."

Isabella shrugged, feeling helpless.

But to Stella, Isabella's actions and tone seemed like mockery and showing off.