Chapter 141
Over the next few days, Isabella left early and came back late. The injury on her face didn't affect her good mood at all. She left with a bright smile every day and came back humming little tunes.
The two of them lived under the same roof and slept in the same bed, but they spent less and less time talking to each other.
At the restaurant, Michael had just finished discussing a deal with someone and was about to leave when he saw Isabella walking over with Eric and a few other people, laughing and chatting.
He opened his mouth, about to speak, when Isabella and her group walked right past him as if they hadn't seen him at all from start to finish.
His face instantly darkened.
Jerry was scared to death and said quietly, "Ms. Taylor is a workaholic just like you. When she's talking about work, she doesn't notice anything around her."
"Yeah, doesn't notice."
Isabella looked at him like she didn't see him.
Or rather, she never saw him at all from start to finish.
She completely ignored him.
Michael's eyes turned cold and his face grew stern as he stared at the group getting into the elevator, then followed them.
Jerry quickly said, "We still have a meeting."
The meeting was starting in half an hour.
Michael's thin lips curved up, "Postpone it."
He soon found Isabella and her group in a private room on the top floor.
Just a door away, the door to the private room wasn't completely closed, and laughter drifted out from inside.
He looked through the gap in the door.
Inside the private room, Isabella and Eric sat together, talking and laughing, showing bright smiles from time to time.
Those smiles were like spring sunshine, so beautiful, so lovely.
But even more jealousy-inducing.
Jealousy spread through his chest.
Michael held back the urge to rush in, turned around and entered the private room next door.
Just a wall apart.
The doors to both private rooms weren't closed.
The laughter kept coming over as if it had wings.
Soon, the sound of high heels on the floor rang out.
Michael looked through the gap in the door and saw Isabella walking toward the restroom, and quickly followed her.
He grabbed her slender wrist and pushed her against the wall, "You're very happy?"
Isabella was startled when she hit the cold wall, but when she saw who it was, her anxious heart settled.
But hearing his unfriendly tone, her body couldn't help but tremble.
After thinking for a moment, she raised her arm and wrapped it around his neck, "What's wrong? Honey, are you here for business? I'm here talking business with someone too. What a coincidence."
Michael carried the person in his arms into the restroom and placed her on the sink.
He was wearing a custom-made suit, tall and slender. He leaned forward slightly, one hand around Isabella's waist, the other supporting himself on the sink, trapping her in his arms.
"You're very happy?"
Michael spoke again, his tone clearly softer.
Isabella was stunned for a moment, then smiled brightly, "Of course, this deal is going very smoothly. When I get my bonus, I'll buy you a gift, okay?"
Her voice was still seductively sweet.
But Michael's face grew colder. He leaned in and gently smelled Isabella's unique scent. When he caught a scent that didn't belong to her, his face darkened.
His dry palm moved up and down on Isabella's waist, staring at her red lips, his eyes full of desire.
"We haven't fucked in a long time."
Since Isabella got injured, the doctor said she needed rest, so even though they slept in the same bed these days, they hadn't had sex once.
Later, after her body recovered, Isabella was busy with work, leaving early and coming back late. They barely had time to talk, let alone fuck.
Now, desire spread through his chest as if it would break free from its cage.
Michael's breathing became irregular as he grabbed Isabella's small hand and brought it between his legs.
Even through the layer of suit pants, the burning heat came through. Isabella's whole body trembled, and she instinctively shook her head, "No, people are waiting outside."
But seeing the desire in Michael's eyes, Isabella patiently leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Honey, let's do it tonight when we go home, okay? I'll go home early tonight."
"What about now?"
Isabella didn't speak, but her eyes said everything.
She thought for a moment and was about to coax the man in front of her when Michael's lips pressed directly onto hers.
A passionate kiss surged over like a tide.
Isabella was trapped in Michael's arms with no power to resist. Suddenly feeling a chill on her body, she looked at her missing clothes and frantically used her hands and feet.
"Tonight... when we go home..."
Getting a chance to breathe, Isabella spoke.
But Michael paid no attention. His large hand had already reached inside her clothes, skillfully stripping Isabella completely, trapping her in his arms and kissing her frantically.
As time passed, his Adam's apple bobbed violently, his breathing completely irregular.
He held the person in his arms with one hand, while his other hand efficiently unbuckled his belt and released his hard cock.
The moment their bodies joined as one, Isabella was dazed, her body trembled, and at the same time she let out a seductive moan.
That sound was like the best aphrodisiac. Michael wasted no more time, placed Isabella's legs on his shoulders, and began thrusting violently.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh rang out continuously.
Isabella sat on the sink, powerless to resist, trapped in Michael's arms as he thrust violently.
His cock rammed inside her pussy.
Isabella wanted to bite her lip to keep from making any sound, but Michael wouldn't let her have her way, easily prying open her teeth, "Moan, it feels better this way."
As he spoke, he began thrusting violently again.
Isabella looked at the person in front of her with a wicked smile, her face extremely ugly.
But now that things had come to this, she could only choose to make it quick.
She twisted her slender waist, cooperating with all of Michael's movements, and even her hands began wandering over Michael's abs.
In the restroom, Michael's heavy breathing and Isabella's moans intertwined.
Soon, a phone rang.
Isabella glanced at it.
It was Eric.
In an instant, the flush on her face faded considerably.
She glared at Michael in warning, signaling him to stop.
But Michael ignored her and thrust even more violently.
Isabella was both angry and anxious. With no other choice, she could only hang up and send a text message back.
But Michael's thrusts became even more violent, and her hands kept trembling, unable to type properly.
After several minutes, the message still hadn't been sent.
Michael saw this and the corners of his mouth curved up. He held that slender waist and thrust violently again.
The phone rang again.
Isabella was about to hang up when a hand pressed the answer button first.
In that instant, Isabella instinctively raised her hand to cover her mouth, but...