Chapter 99

"Tell me, who did you dress up like this for? Did you have sex?" Michael's presence was intimidating, and his hands were not idle as he questioned her.

He stripped her completely in the bathtub, and threw all the clothes Isabella had specially dressed up in for Emilio into the trash.

Isabella was speechless to the extreme.

Before the divorce, he couldn't wait to get rid of her. After the divorce, he started caring about everything she did, even controlling who she met.

Sometimes she really doubted if he knew what he was doing.

"Michael, did you control Bianca like this when you were with her?" Isabella couldn't help but ask.

He would tear her clothes, bite her, and touch her at every opportunity. He seemed to want to torment her in bed every day.

But when Isabella turned her head, she felt something was off.

Although Michael never admitted it, she could sense that he didn't seem to have much experience in relationships. So what did he and Bianca do before? Could it be that they never have sex.

Michael frowned at her words. "Why are you bringing her up now?"

He immediately dropped his towel and pounced on her in the bathtub.

He kissed her collarbone and breast like a hungry wolf.

He couldn't even bear to hear her name; he really was protective of Bianca.

The subtle feelings that had just risen in Isabella's heart disappeared completely in an instant.

She smiled sarcastically. "Of course, you still won't reveal her whereabouts. Bianca is the one you love, how could I ever compare?"

Isabella, the heiressof the Wilson Group, actually found herself envying Bianca one day.

Bianca was the daughter of Harper, whom she hated the most.

She could never understand why Bianca could receive Michael's unconditional love without doing anything, while she didn't even have the right to be compared to Bianca.

Michael's hot kisses trailed down, his body exuding male hormones.

But no matter how he teased her, Isabella's body no longer responded.

He looked up in confusion. Usually, her body would react faster than his at this point. Sensing the unwillingness in Isabella's eyes, his face darkened, and he stopped.

The desire within him was suppressed to the extreme, gathering more intensely in his lower body.

But since she was unwilling, he lost interest.

Withdrawing his hand, Michael resisted looking at her and stepped out of the bathtub.

Isabella wasn't feeling any better. They had just had sex a few days ago, and her body was still injured. He had just teased her with his hands again.

Now she was in pain again.

But she didn't want to face Michael right now. She soaked in the bathroom for a while before coming out.

Her clothes were torn by him, so she wrapped herself in a towel and put on a coat, planning to leave.

As soon as she turned the doorknob, Michael's figure rushed over, blocking her way.

Isabella was caught off guard and looked up to see Michael's cold eyes staring at her. "Where are you going?"

"Back to my place, Michael. I know what you're trying to do, but I don't want to." Isabella tried to open the door past him.

She couldn't stay, afraid that he would force her again like last time in the middle of the night.

"Who said you could leave? You're sleeping here tonight, nowhere else." Michael didn't give her a chance to resist, picking her up and throwing her onto the bed, pulling her into his arms after removing her coat.

Isabella struggled desperately, "Michael, I said I don't want to."

"Who said anything about having sex? Sleep!" Michael pressed her down with his hands, frowning in warning. "If you keep moving, I can't guarantee I won't do something."

Isabella immediately quieted down. Seeing that Michael really didn't continue, she breathed a sigh of relief.

But with Michael's hot chest against her back, Isabella's heart still raced.

Apart from the first two times, she had never slept so intimately with Michael.

He used to sleep in a separate bed from her, and even if they had to share a bed, he wouldn't touch her, keeping a distance between them.

Michael kept his word, just holding her without doing anything.

Isabella thought she wouldn't get used to being held while sleeping, but Michael's body was so warm that she fell asleep in a daze.

When she woke up, the sun was already up outside.

Isabella stared blankly at the familiar scene, then suddenly realized where she was and sat up in bed. How did she end up staying at the Brown Villa again?

Michael was no longer in the room. Isabella quickly grabbed her coat and went into the walk-in closet.

She thought Michael would have thrown away all her clothes, so she planned to wear one of his shirts.

To her surprise, half of the closet was filled with her clothes.

To be precise, many of them still had the tags on. Isabella, who loved design, recognized them as the latest fall collections from various luxury brands.

But she couldn't understand why Michael put them in the closet.

But she didn't have time to think about it now; her priority was to leave.

While washing up, Isabella was startled by the pain on her lips. Looking in the mirror, she saw her lips were red and swollen, with a particularly deep color.

She twitched her mouth, wondering if Michael have some perverted hobby.

Kissing her like this in the middle of the night, was he trying to get back at her for not cooperating last night?

She had to find him and question him properly.

After getting ready, Isabella put on her coat and went downstairs. She didn't see Michael but saw Aiden.

Aiden's face lit up with a loving smile when he saw Isabella.

Michael hadn't lied; he really brought Isabella back.

"Isabella, you're awake. Are you hungry?" Aiden greeted warmly.

Isabella was also surprised to see Aiden, but then she remembered how she had left in a hurry last time, probably scaring Aiden.

She walked up to Aiden and said, "Grandpa, I'm not hungry. Why are you in the front hall? Are you feeling better?"

"Much better. I missed you a lot, but seeing you and Michael getting along well, I'm relieved."

"Grandpa, I..." Isabella was about to explain that Michael had threatened her, but Aiden took her hand. "I know, Michael hurt your deeply. From now on, you'll have a say in the Brown Group, and with me at home, he won't dare bully you again. You're still young. Clear up any misunderstandings and don't mention divorce again. Live your lives well."

Listening to Aiden's heartfelt advice, Isabella felt like her words were stuck in her throat.

She wanted to tell Aiden that it wasn't a misunderstanding between her and Michael, just he didn't love her. So there was no need to keep a loveless marriage.

But facing Aiden, who loved and protected her so much, she couldn't say a word.

Her reaction seemed like an agreement to Aiden, who happily called Daniel.

His first words made Isabella's face turn blush.