Chapter 43

After work, Isabella spotted the familiar black business car at the company entrance. She reluctantly waved goodbye to Olivia and slowly got in.

As she approached, the rear door swung open, and Michael grinned mischievously. "What took you so long? Avoiding me?"

Isabella thought only Jerry was picking her up, so she was pleasantly surprised to see Michael. "I didn't know you were coming. How come you have time today?"

Michael pulled her into the car and sat her beside him.

"Isabella, you seem to like it when I pick you up," Michael said, ruffling her hair, making her meticulously styled hair look a bit more casual and her demeanor softer. "For the next while, I won't be busy. I can drop you off in the morning and pick you up in the evening."

"That's too much trouble. After all, you're not the one driving," Isabella said, thinking it was unnecessary for him to make the trip.

"Do you want me to drive? But if I drive, I can't do many other things,"Michael said softly.

"Aren't you nnot busy? What else do you have to do?" Isabella asked,puzzled. "Did you find a new job?"

"Work can wait. I'll spend the next six months with you first," Michael said, pulling Isabella onto his lap. "I mean, if I'm not driving, I can do things like this."

Isabella knew that when Michael was alone with her, therewas nothing but sex on his mind.

She didn't want to be overwhelmed by him in the car.

Suddenly,she thought of a topic.

"Do you know Mr. Allen from our company?" Isabella asked. "The one who shares a room with you."

Michael nodded. "I know him. I think he's a nice guy. What's wrong?"

"I regret letting you share a room with him," Isabella said. "Today, the company is buzzing with rumors that Mr. Allen is gay and dating the heir of the Johnson Group."

"Oh?" Michael smiled meaningfully. "Afraid I'll turn gay too? Don't worry.

With you around, I won't."

Isabella shook her head. "I trust you. I just think it's a pity."

Michael's eyes were inscrutable as he asked, "What's a pity?"

"Although he seems a bit aloof, Mr. Allen is actually quite easy to get along with. When the company found out he had a boyfriend,many girls were heartbroken. Even Olivia was so upset she almost cried."

"Olivia is upset, but why are you?" Michael pinched her nose.

"It's a pity there's one less outstanding unmarried young man!" Isabella laughed. "You don't know that married women love to play matchmaker?"

Michael was helpless.

"Do you know our chairman's grandson?" Isabella remembered the other main character in the story.

"Yes." Michael replied.

"Is he handsome?" Isabella asked curiously.

Michael touched his cheek and said, "He's okay, about the same as me."

Isabella said, "I heard the chairman only has this one grandson. If he finds out, he'll be very disappointed!"

Michael was indifferent. "The Johnson family has plenty of kids. They don't lack heirs."

Isabella was shocked by his words and asked seriously, "Are you eyeing the heir's position?"

Michael was speechless. "So what?"

"I hope you're not. The affairs of wealthy families are very complicated.Many people are eyeing the heir's position. To fight for power and status,all kinds of tactics emerge, and you might even lose your life," Isabella said in one breath. "I think we should just live our own lives. I don't want you to be in danger."

Michael listened to her long speech and couldn't help but laugh. "Isabella,you've really grown up, worrying about me now."

Isabella raised her head and said, "If I don't care about you, who will? We're married!"

Her eyes were bright, like a puppy's big, watery eyes.

Michael couldn't help but hold her tightly, kissing her gently,murmuring."I never thought I was so important to you, Isabella."

In Michael's world, he was important to Wesley and Qiana because he was the sole heir to the Johnson Group. This identity was both a blessing and a curse. They cared about his growth and education but never considered his feelings. Even when he was kidnapped at ten, it turned out to be a test.

Only Isabella had said, "Let's live our own lives. I don't want you to be in danger."

He was deeply touched.

Isabella cared so much about him, and he wanted to repay her well.

As soon as the car stopped, he couldn't wait to pull her back to the villa.

Closing the bedroom door, Michael placed her on the bed, kissed her lips.and as she gasped for breath, his tongue explored her mouth passionately.

Isabella responded eagerly, her soft little tongue entwining with his.

He guided her small hand to grasp his erection, while his other hand kneaded her full breasts, gently squeezing, causing her to moan softly.

Michael's hand gradually moved down, his fingertips sliding over her flat stomach, towards the gap between her legs, squeezing between her tightly closed thighs, kneading lightly and then heavily. When she was aroused,his fingers slid deeper to explore. Her tightly closed legs involuntarily opened,wrapping around his waist, her body writhing, her warm wetness rubbing against his abdomen.

His erect member was already swollen to the limit, and he thrust into the gap between her legs with a low growl, moving vigorously.

Isabella was overwhelmed, her eyes closed, hands gripping his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his firm muscles, her mouth moaning softly with his movements.

Michael felt he was on the verge of climax. After one last thrust,he released inside her.

Isabella felt líke a drought-stricken plant suddenly receiving water,clinging to Michael, kissing his lips, arms and legs wrapped around him,her body tightening as if to absorb him completely.

After the intense pleasure, Michael lay his head on Isabella's chest, torso

resting on a soft pillow, listening to her pounding heartbeat, his hand gently rubbing between her legs, asking with concern, "Isabella, does it still hurt?"

Isabella felt a tingling sensation from his rubbing, unable to help but moan softly, her body writhing gently, hands holding his head,fingers running through his hair.

Michael felt the stir in his groin again. He turned over,lifting her onto him.pressing her waist down, perfectly fitting together.

Michael thrust his hips upward, entering her deeply.

As the night deepened, Isabella panted, crying softly, pleading with Michael. Michael kissed away her tears, soothing her slightly, then continued to hold her waist, continuing to make love.

Amidst Isabella's moans, Michael whispered in her ear, "Isabella, I'm so happy you care about me!"