Chapter 53

"Hot springs?" Isabella's curiosity was piqued. She had no idea there were hot springs in Silvercrest City!

"Yeah. Maple Hill's got 'em." Michael said. "It's an old volcano, and the hot springs there are awesome."

Maple Hill again! Isabella felt a bit overwhelmed.

Knowing Michael's quirks, Isabella grabbed a big suitcase, thinking she'd need to pack both her stuff and his daily essentials.

But Michael stopped her, saying it was his place and she only needed a few changes of clothes.

Isabella was taken aback.

Michael explained he had a friend who developed Maple Hill, and he threw in some money. He didn't take any shares, just got the ownership of the hot springs. So, technically, Isabella was also an owner.

Before she could process the shock, Michael pulled her up to get ready.

Ava packed her bags, and Jerry drove them to the hot springs.

By the time they got to Maple Hill, it was already evening.

The sun set early in the mountains, and the steam from the hot springs filled the forest. With the lights perfectly placed, it looked like a fairyland.

Michael had a private courtyard there, reserved just for him and not open to the public. He'd never visited since it was built, so the staff knew it was his but had never seen him.

Isabella was still soaking in the scenery when Aaron came out to greet

them, "Mr. Johnson, you can go in now."

Aaron had arrived early to set things up, knowing Michael was coming.

He coordinated with the hot springs manager and led them into the courtyard.

The place was clearly prepped, with neatly trimmed plants and fragrant flowers.

In the courtyard, a pool of spring water bubbled, steam rising like a veil.

Isabella couldn't resist touching the water. It was slightly hot.

She'd been to hot springs with Olivia before, the kind with big pools where everyone soaked together. She always felt uncomfortable and never went in.

Before coming here, she wondered if she'd have to separate from Michael,with her going to the women's pool and him to the men's. She didn't expect Michael to be so loaded.

'Rich people's lives are something else,' Isabella thought to herself.

Michael gave some instructions to Aaron and Jerry, and they left.

Now, it was just the two of them.

Michael hugged Isabella from behind and whispered, "Are you tired or hungry? Want to rest, eat, or play for a bit?"

Ava had made Isabella drink a glass of milk before leaving. Plus, she'd slept all dåy and hadn't used much energy. Maybe the glucose from the hospital was still in her system; she wasn't hungry at all.

Michael had also eaten all the food Wesley gave him at lunch, playing the good grandson1. So when Isabella said she wasn't hungry, Michael eagerly pulled her inside to change clothes.

Isabella picked a white long dress that looked like a robe, with ties in the front. She was pleased with it, as it covered her from head to toe.

She tied her hair up high, exposing her long neck, and walked out.

Michael had already changed and was in the hot spring.

When he saw Isabella come out, he gave her an ambiguous look.

"What? Don't I look good?" Isabella asked nervously.

"You look good in anything," Michael replied.

He took her hand, secretly wondering why she chose that outfit among all the swimsuits.

Michael beckoned her to join him in the water.

Isabella hadn't expected to share a pool with Michael and hesitated.

"What? You didn't think about soaking with me?" Michael saw right through her.

Isabella shook her head.

A mountain breeze blew, making her shiver. She gritted her teeth,gathered her courage, and stepped into the pool.

The warm water enveloped her, and Isabella felt completely relaxed.

The evening breeze blew flowers onto the water's surface, filling the air with a long-lasting fragrance.

The pink and white walls reflected the dappled shadows of the trees.

Isabella was lost in the beauty around her.

Feeling ignored, Michael came over and wrapped his arms around her

waist,pulling her close.

He lowered his head, bit her earlobe, and softly asked, "What are you thinking about? So absorbed."

"Nothing. I just think this place is so beautiful," Isabella replied.

Michael looked down at her and said, "In that case, shouldn't we do something?"

Isabella lowered her head, avoiding Michael's intense gaze.

It was then she realized that the long dress that had covered her so well had become transparent in the water. She was mortified, wishing she could disappear.

Taking advantage of Michael's distraction, she tried to escape and change out of the cursed dress. But Michael saw through her intentions, pulled her back, and held her in his arms.

"Isabella, don't go," Michael said, kissing her lips. "You don't know how beautifual you are... like a...fairy."

Isabella pushed him away and said, "No, not here."

"It's okay. It's just the two of us tonight. No one will disturb us," Michael reassured her,holding her face.

In front of him stood Isabella, her long hair elegantly pinned up. In the dim light of the night, her innocent, wide eyes gazed at him like those of a little rabbit, yet her body was almost completely bare. The contrast between her purity and the raw desire was striking. She resembled a goddess stepping out of a painting.

Michael could no longer control himself. He placed one hand over Isabella's innocent, wide eyes and the other around her waist,pulling her close as

he leaned in to kiss her.

After a long kiss, Isabella's tense body gradually relaxed. Her eyes were dazed as she leaned against Michael, her hands tightly gripping his arms.

"Isabella, is it okay?" Michael asked, lifting her by her hips.

Her feet left the ground, and Isabella gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist.

His fingers explored the gap between her buttocks, light and heavy,gradually going deeper. His lips kept sucking gently on her chest.

Michael could clearly feel Isabella's body trembling in his arms.

He put her down, cupped her face, and saw Isabella close her eyes slightly,tilting her head up, inviting him.

Michael lowered his head, their lips locked in a passionate kiss, and their tongues intertwined with desire and madness, as if they wanted to devour each other.

His hands removed the barriers between them, fingers gliding over her smooth skin.

Isabella's breathing was rapid and deep, her hands climbed up his neck.She bit his shoulder and said, "Michael, I feel uncomfortable."

Michael held her slender waist, lifting her up and lowering her onto his crotch. With a powerful thrust, he entered her body.

Isabella let out a long, seemingly painful moan.

"Good girl. It'll be better soon," Michael's voice was low and soothing as he whispered to Isabella, but his movements didn't cease, his body rhythmically colliding with hers.