Chapter 463: The Female Hooligan

Chapter 463 Female Hooligan

Kerena could feel Michael's strong presence, making her both nervous and excited. She was just about to kiss him when she happily closed her eyes.

But to her surprise, just as she leaned in, Michael pushed her away forcefully.

"You're not Isabella. Isabella doesn't smell like you. She smells nice, but you stink."

Kerena sat on the floor, not only rejected by Michael but also disgusted by him. If she hadn't dodged quickly, she might have been covered in his vomit.

After throwing up, Michael felt a bit better. Kerena was still on the floor when he got up from the couch, staggering towards the door.

Seeing Michael heading for the door, Kerena quickly got up and chased after him, hugging him tightly from behind. "Don't go, you can't leave. I really like you. Please, stay with me, just this once. You'll see I'm better than Isabella, better than anyone."

"Let go!" Michael tried to shake her off, but his body wouldn't cooperate, and he accidentally fell, taking Kerena down with him.

Kerena took the opportunity to straddle Michael, reaching to take off his clothes.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Open up! Kerena, open the door!"

There was also a woman's voice.

Kerena was startled. Could it be Isabella?

She steeled herself. Even if it was Isabella, so what?

She had locked the door from the inside. Even with a key, they couldn't get in.

She finally had a chance to see Michael and couldn't let this opportunity slip away. She had to have sex with him and make him her boyfriend.

Ignoring the voices outside, she continued struggling with Michael's clothes. She had managed to undo his buttons, but he wasn't cooperating. Despite her efforts, she couldn't even get one sleeve off.

Michael, though lying on the floor, still had enough strength to push her away whenever she made a bigger move.

The people outside kept knocking, but eventually gave up. Soon, there was the sound of a key turning in the lock.

The key couldn't open the door, and Kerena smiled triumphantly, lying down beside Michael, caressing his cheek as if claiming him. "Tonight, you're mine."

Since force wasn't working, she decided to take it slow. After all, the people outside couldn't get in, and she had plenty of time.

She refused to believe Michael wouldn't be moved by her.

She passionately slipped her hand under Michael's shirt, feeling his abs, not noticing the hidden door in the wall opening.

"Kerena, what are you doing?" Aria's stern voice rang out.

At the same time, someone turned on the main light in the room.

Kerena snapped back to reality, seeing Aria, Aaron, Michael's bodyguards, and the club's security standing there.

They were all stunned to see Kerena in her underwear, lying next to Michael.

Aaron quickly reacted, rushing over with the bodyguards to rescue Michael from the female predator.

They had been with Michael long enough to know how much he cared for Isabella.

If Michael woke up and found out he had been molested by a woman, he would probably want to die.

"Pervert."

With Michael gone, Kerena was left lying on the floor, exposed to everyone's gaze.

Though she was wearing underwear, it barely covered anything.

Embarrassed and furious, Kerena screamed, covering her chest and scrambling to find her clothes.

"Kerena, you're shameless!" Aria shouted, her face red with anger.

Kerena hastily threw on her clothes, snapping back, "Shameless? Aria, are you out of your mind? What does this have to do with you? Why are you even here? I know you like Michael, too. You want him but don't have the guts to go for it, and you call me shameless? Look in the mirror, you're the shameless one."

"Unbelievable. Let's go," Aria ordered the bodyguards, her voice shaking with rage.

Aaron and the bodyguards supported Michael on either side. Feeling the presence of familiar people, Michael finally passed out.

After getting him into the car, Aria tried to get in too.

Aaron stopped her, saying, "I'm sorry, Ms. Runyon, we need to take the boss home. Mrs. Johnson is waiting for him. It might not be appropriate for you to come along. If you didn't drive, I can call a car to take you home."

"I was just worried about him and wanted to make sure he got home safely. Since you don't need me, I'll leave."

Rejected, Aria felt a pang of sadness.

But unlike Kerena, she had manners. Despite her disappointment, she maintained her composure, politely giving Aaron a few instructions before leaving.

Once she was gone, Aaron sighed in relief and quickly got into the car, instructing the driver to head home.

To take care of Michael, Aaron sat in the back with him, checking his clothes to see if the woman had taken advantage of him.

Fortunately, only the suit jacket's buttons were undone. The shirt underneath was still intact, so it seemed she hadn't succeeded.

"Why did he drink so much?"

When Michael got home, Isabella was shocked to see his condition.

Aaron explained, "We're not sure. They were alone inside and didn't let us follow."

"Put him on the bed. I'll take care of him," Isabella instructed.

Aaron and the bodyguards placed Michael on the bed, taking off his shoes before leaving.

After they left, Isabella went to the bathroom, wetting a towel to wipe his face.

But as she was taking off his jacket, she noticed a lipstick stain on his white shirt.

She was sure it wasn't hers.

Since her pregnancy, she hadn't worn makeup unless it was for a formal occasion. After losing the baby, she hadn't felt like dressing up and had been going makeup-free.

"Michael, what's with the lipstick stain on your shirt?"

Isabella gently patted his face, waking him up.

Michael groggily opened his eyes, smiling when he saw her. He cupped her face and kissed her. "Isabella, you smell nice now, not stinky anymore."

Isabella was speechless. Was he saying she used to stink?

"I know whether I smell or not. Just tell me, what's with the lipstick stain? Were you with a woman tonight?"

"Don't talk. I'm tired."

Michael mumbled, hugging her waist and closing his eyes again.

This time, no matter how much Isabella called him, she couldn't wake him up.

But being so close, the scent of perfume on him was even more noticeable.

A woman's perfume, along with the lipstick stain, indicated something had happened tonight that she didn't know about.

She angrily pried Michael's hand off, pushing him aside, and stormed out of the room.

At the door, she hesitated, then turned back to cover him with a blanket.