Chapter 76

Isabella was dancing with abandon when the sudden blackout dampened her spirits.

After all that dancing, the alcohol in her system began to take effect.

Feeling dizzy, she quickly tried to leave the dance floor, relying on her memory.

She had barely taken a few steps when a strong hand suddenly grabbed her. Isabella, feeling extremely dizzy, tried to resist but was held even tighter.

Soon, she was dragged to a quiet corner.

Her back pressed against a cold wall, and in front of her was the heavy breathing of a stranger. This state made Isabella frown in discomfort.

The coldness sobered her up a bit, but the man's actions became increasingly bold.

He was a head taller than her, pinning her against the wall with his large frame, his hands roaming freely, even reaching below her waist.

"Get off!" Isabella became alert, and she tried to stop his hand, but the alcohol in her system was too strong.

Her voice, instead of being threatening, sounded seductive.

"Do you know who I am? If you touch me again, I'll make sure you... Ah!" Before Isabella could finish her threat, she was lifted off the ground, her legs forced to wrap around the man's lean waist.

The man's heavy breathing amplified in her ear.

She had no idea how much her "threatening" tone sounded like a plea, making her seem soft and delicate. If she had stayed where she was, who knew how many people would have targeted her.

The hand around her waist tightened, and Isabella felt like she was about to suffocate.

The man grunted, holding her buttocks as he walked, seemingly trying to take her away from there.

Isabella, though dizzy, realized she was in trouble.

She struggled with her hands and twisted her body, trying to break free.

"Let go of me." Her vision was still pitch black, and Isabella felt a sudden panic, thinking she really going to be carried away by this man.

Isabella struggled harder, but it only made the man's grip tighten.

Suddenly, there was a sharp slap. Her buttocks were slapped crisply.

The man's deep, hoarse voice came through. "Isabella, if you keep moving, believe it or not, I'll have sex with you right here."

Isabella shuddered.

Olivia's makeup was so good that even she barely recognized herself. How did this man recognize her?

The pain in her buttocks made her hold on for a few seconds. She needed to see who this person was.

In her daze, she heard the door beep open.

In the faint light from outside, Isabella saw the man's sharp brow. She couldn't see much further down.

Those eyes, filled with malice, looked so much like Michael's.

She was at a nightclub, where Michael would never be interested. So she thought she must have been mistaken.

She blinked hard, trying to see the man more clearly, but he moved too quickly. Entering and locking the door took only a moment, so the last bit of light disappeared.

The strong aftereffects of the alcohol made Isabella feel like the world was spinning when she was thrown onto the bed.

Her body was burning up; she felt so hot and thirsty.

"I need water." Her pleading tone filled the man's breath, and Isabella, seemingly unaware of the approaching danger, helplessly twisted her graceful body against him.

Michael felt like he was on fire, his desire to have sex with her completely overwhelming his rationality.

He had only left her for a while, and she dared to wear such revealing clothes, dance in a nightclub, and drink.

He just wanted to teach her a lesson, to remind her that she was a married woman.

In fact, when Isabella leaned in and said she was hot, he had already reacted.

The large floor-to-ceiling window let in a bit of starlight. Michael tore open his collar, supporting her with his palm, his body pressing down.

He had waited for this moment for a long time.

His large hand covered the thin strap on her shoulder. With a little force, there would be nothing left to cover her.

Isabella was so drunk she had no idea where she was.

Like in a dream, she murmured, "Nolan, you're finally coming back. I miss you so much..."

Her voice was like honey, and just from her tone, one could tell how happy she was.

But to Michael's ears, it was like a knife stabbing into his heart.

Michael's face turned ashen, his hands clenched tightly in front of her, suppressing his overwhelming anger, and he got up from her.

Isabella had mistaken him for Nolan. Standing by the bed, Michael trembled with rage.

Isabella was his wife, and in her drunken stupor, she called out Nolan.

More than anyone, he wanted to know why. Was Nolan the one in her heart?

The anger burned so fiercely that Michael could barely control himself. He picked up Isabella from the bed and strode into the bathroom.

When the cold water spread over her body, Isabella shivered, regaining a bit of clarity.

She saw the white bathtub and the indistinct shadow by the door.

Isabella shook her head, and when she looked again, she clearly saw Michael's face, dark and icy.

So, she hadn't been mistaken earlier.

The water in the tub was cold, but Isabella's body was burning. She even wondered if she was sick, why her body reacted so strongly after drinking a bit of alcohol.

The alternating cold and heat made her shiver all over.

Michael turned to her, his face dark as he stared at her. "Are you sober now?"

Before Isabella could speak, he coldly warned, "If you still can't recognize me, don't think about coming out. Stay in there until you're completely sober!"

He wanted to see if she could still mistake him for Nolan.

He wanted her to know who her husband was.

"Michael, are you a pervert?" Isabella gritted her teeth, carefully feeling the smooth edge of the bathtub, and turned off the running water.

Under Michael's icy gaze, she slowly stood up, dripping water as she stepped out.

"You're really crazy. Didn't Thomas tell you we're getting divorced tomorrow? What do you mean by bringing me here now?" Isabella's lips were pale, but her demeanor didn't weaken a bit. "What? Are you going to have a breakup sex with me now?"

Isabella's words were sharp and unyielding.

After leaving the cold water, she realized something was wrong with her body; she was still so hot.

It was a heat that seemed to come from her blood, making her uncontrollably want to find something cold to relieve her discomfort.