Chapter 84

Isabella was furious, unable to move her hands, but she could move her legs.

Michael, however, saw through her intentions first and directly touched her leg. Isabella, disgusted, stepped back and almost fell.

Michael grabbed her. "You're so eager, it seems I was right."

Isabella remained silent, thinking Michael's mind was filled with sex.

She couldn't fall into his trap. She forcefully pulled her wrist from his hand, took a deep breath, and confronted him, "Michael, you know what I want to ask. Bianca is with you, isn't she?"

After the air froze for a moment, Michael's deep eyes stared at her. "Yes."

At this moment, Michael didn't want to lie to her anymore, when he looked into her eyes.

The reason they had come to this point might be because he wasn't honest enough with her.

But what Michael didn't know was that his lack of concealment, not even a single extra word, hurt her even more.

He knew how the Taylors bullied her.

Last night, Bianca drugged her, and today he hid Bianca, which showed that he was aware of everything. But now he didn't even bother to hide his protection of Bianca. Did he care about Bianca that much?

Thinking of this, Isabella's heart ached, and her eyes welled up with tears.

Michael had shattered the last bit of hope she had for him.

If she could, she really wanted to get an answer from his mouth.

Since Bianca's position in his heart was unshakable. Then what was she? A stranger he had sex with?

But she couldn't bring herself to ask. All she had left was her pitiful yet strong self-esteem.

The pride of Isabella had been worn away the day she willingly married Michael.

Now, she couldn't let herself be hurt a second time.

She bit her lip, and when she looked up again, her eyes were devoid of any emotion, only coldness from a broken heart.

"Hand over Bianca, and we're even!" She didn't care what Michael would do, but she had to take Bianca away today.

"No way!" Michael glanced at his watch, his tone firm and non-negotiable.

By this time, Bianca was no longer within Evergreen City; she was on a plane to Auroria.

He never intended to let Isabella handle this matter.

Bianca's current fate was what she deserved. Someone like Bianca, he would deal with; Isabella shouldn't be involved.

Throwing Bianca to Auroria, whether she lived or died was her fate.

"Why not?" Seeing his serious expression, Isabella's heart ached, and she sneered. "Just because she's the one you like, you hide her without a second thought. What about me? What am I in your eyes?"

Isabella took a deep breath. She didn't want to tell him, but she couldn't hold it in anymore. "Michael, you must know what Bianca did. Last night at the nightclub, she dared to drug me. Do I need to explain her intentions? If I had encountered someone else, what would my fate have been? You can imagine it! She wanted me dead and to use my disgrace as a lifelong joke. As my husband, what were you doing? Protecting her? Why, Michael, why do you back her up when she does wrong, and I have to endure it just because she's the one you like and I'm the one you don't care about? Michael, you two are simply too much!"

Isabella's chest heaved with anger, her eyes reddened with fury. Thinking about how she could have been taken away by any man last night, she couldn't suppress her anger and slapped Michael hard.

She hated Michael, and she hated Bianca even more, so she wouldn't let them go.

Caught off guard, her slap landed squarely on his face, quickly leaving a clear red handprint.

The crisp sound of the slap echoed through the hall.

Isabella still felt unsatisfied and was about to raise her hand again when Michael, with a dark expression, stopped her, grabbed her, and carried her upstairs.

In their marital bedroom, Michael closed the door behind him, and Isabella was thrown onto the bed.

In the silent, dark room, Isabella clutched her aching shoulder and met Michael's bloodshot, furious eyes, mocking him, "It seems Bianca's skills aren't that great. Do you still have the energy to make love to me again?"

Isabella deliberately spoke provocatively.

But their eyes were filled with anger and hatred, with no hint of intimacy.

She wanted to humiliate him. Only by seeing his anger could she feel a sense of satisfaction, even wanting to clap and laugh.

Michael's face was dark, his whole body exuding a terrifying pressure. He walked step by step towards Isabella on the bed, pulling off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt.

He seemed to get into the mood in an instant, casually throwing his clothes to the floor, and pressed his bare chest against her.

"We've been married for three years, and you never managed to have sex with me. Now that we're getting divorced, I naturally have to satisfy you properly, give you a perfect experience." Michael's voice was dangerously low, but his hands didn't stop.

He pressed her body that was trying to escape, his eyes lingering on her, and his words were merciless. "Otherwise, if you're still a virgin after the divorce, it would be too embarrassing for me."

Saying this, he pressed her body and leaned in to kiss her.

"Michael, get off me!" Isabella refused to let him touch her, struggling with all her might under Michael. "I'd rather pay a male escort than be with you. So what if you're Mr. Brown? A hypocritical, dirty-minded man like you, I even want to throw you away."

"Hypocritical, dirty-minded?" Michael gritted his teeth, repeating her words, pressing her with one hand and tearing her dress with the other. "Then I'll show you just how dirty my mind can be!"

"Michael, you bastard, don't touch me."

"No way!" Michael propped himself up beside her, his muscular upper body taut, blood rushing to his lower body. "You weren't satisfied last night, tonight I won't let you go!"

Isabella was left in just her underwear, and as Michael's hand was about to tear it off, a heavy knock came from the door outside. "Michael, I heard Isabella's voice. Is she back?"