Chapter 181

After Nolan returned to the country, he didn't stay a single day at the Brown Family's house. He moved directly from the hotel to the house arranged by the school.

As a dignified music professor, he surely had a private suite.

Just thinking about Isabella being alone with him at this time made Michael's anger surge to the top of his head.

Under the night sky, Michael's luxury car sped down the road, making a piercing sound.

At the same time.

Isabella had just finished touring Nolan's small house and had just sat down when Nolan asked her if she wanted a drink or juice.

Isabella, remembering she was still in the pre-pregnancy period, chose juice.

When she received it, she didn't know Nolan had already opened it for her. She twisted it hard, and a large area of her clothes got wet.

Unfortunately, she was wearing white clothes today.

The color and sweet smell stuck to her clothes, and she immediately stood up, "Nolan, um, can I use your bathroom?"

"Sure, go ahead."

Nolan pointed her in the direction.

Isabella quickly ran over, closed the door behind her, and looked at her extremely messy self in the mirror, feeling very frustrated.

How could she go back like this? If Michael saw her, who knows how he would mock her!

No way!

She couldn't let him see her like this.

But if she used water to wash it, she would have to take off her clothes, hand wash them, and then dry them.

But what would she wear?

Just as Isabella was in a dilemma, there were two knocks on the bathroom door.

Nolan's voice came from outside, "Isabella, I have a set of school uniforms here. The size is a bit small, I haven't worn it, it's outside the door, remember to take it."

After speaking, Nolan pushed his wheelchair and left.

After a while, Isabella opened the door and indeed saw a new set of clothes outside, still in its packaging.

She felt a warm feeling in her heart.

Nolan was still as gentle and considerate as before.

Isabella picked up the clothes and put them on. Although the clothes were a bit small for Nolan, they were two sizes too big for her.

But that was good too. She zipped it up, wrapping herself tightly.

She washed the clothes she had taken off with clean water and put them in the washing machine to dry.

Fortunately, the weather had turned cold, and she had already added an extra layer inside, so it wasn't too awkward to just wear the outer layer.

In the living room.

Nolan was cleaning up the water stains on the floor when suddenly someone started banging on the door.

The heavy sound made him suspect that the person was using their fist to pound on it.

"Nolan, I know you're in there. I'll count to three. If you don't open the door, I'll break it down!"

Michael's voice almost echoed throughout the entire house, making it hard for Isabella not to hear.

She hurriedly opened the door and ran out.

This Michael was really crazy!

It was bad enough that he came to the school in the middle of the night, but now he was banging on Nolan's door so rudely. Did he think he could act so arrogantly anywhere?

Nolan opened the door, and as soon as it was opened, Michael rushed in.

With bloodshot eyes, he grabbed Nolan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, "Where's Isabella? Where is she? Did you hide her?"

When Isabella arrived, she was about to retort to Michael about his behavior with Violet during the day, but she froze when she saw his face.

In three years of marriage, it was the first time she had seen him so furious.

His eyes were bloodshot, the veins on his forehead bulging, and his whole demeanor seemed like he was ready to kill someone.

He no longer had any of the usual noble and wealthy young master's demeanor.

Nolan was almost choked to the point of not being able to breathe until Isabella spoke up, and he was thrown back into the wheelchair.

"Michael, are you blind? Can't you see I'm here? Let go of Nolan!"

Isabella was speechless.

She really didn't know if he did it on purpose, coming at this exact moment. Even if he had come ten minutes later, her clothes would have been dry.

"Michael, do you even know where you are? This is Nolan's house. How dare you act so wildly here!"

"You even want to break down the door. What do you think you're doing?"

Isabella was extremely angry at Michael's behavior.

Nolan was, after all, his elder. Even if he didn't show the basic respect, he actually wanted to lay hands on Nolan?

But Isabella didn't notice the increasingly dangerous aura around Michael.

The clothes Isabella was wearing were clearly men's.

In this room, at this time, she had changed into Nolan's clothes.

What had happened between them was obvious.

It only took a moment for anger and hatred to surge in Michael's heart, and his eyes were already bloodshot as he angrily said to Nolan, "What did you do to her?"

Nolan's eyelids twitched hard, knowing that Michael had misunderstood.

He explained, "Michael, you misunderstood. Isabella and I are not what you think."

"What do I think?"

Michael laughed coldly, his fists clenched, "She's wearing your clothes, and you dare say it's not what I think."

"Also, as my brother, you kept my wife Isabella here in the middle of the night and were so intimate with her. Tell me, which part of this is a misunderstanding!"

Nolan was choked by these words and couldn't say a word.

His face also became troubled.

It wasn't that he couldn't explain, but he didn't want Isabella to be talked about like this.

At this moment, Isabella stood up and blocked Nolan, "Michael, stop slandering Nolan. Nolan has treated me like this since before we got married. Why can't we be close after marriage?"

"And I came here voluntarily. It has nothing to do with Nolan."

"Voluntarily?"

Something in Michael's nerves was triggered by this sentence. Seeing her stand up for Nolan, he couldn't control himself and pulled her out of the door.

"Isabella, you're coming with me now."

"I won't allow you to stay by his side for one more second."

"Michael, let go."

Michael was so strong in his anger that he didn't listen to a word Isabella said.

Nolan, pushing his wheelchair, couldn't catch up with them.

Isabella was directly dragged and carried into the back seat of the car by Michael.

She thought Michael would take her straight home, but to her surprise, he squeezed in as well.

His heavy breathing was right by her ear, and before she could push him away, Michael locked her hands and pushed them above her head, controlling her completely.

"Isabella, you can't escape. Tell me, how far did you go with Nolan?"

Michael gritted his teeth, his tone and eyes full of anger.

But Isabella was stunned by his question.

How far?

Did he think she and Nolan had that kind of relationship?

Isabella was speechless. Did he think everyone was like him, always thinking about those things?

"Michael, if you're sick in the head, go to the hospital. Don't wrong us. I see Nolan as a brother. Do you even hear yourself?"

Michael didn't believe her at all.

"You won't admit it, huh? You're even wearing his clothes. Didn't you just take a shower after making love?"

"Nolan's legs are crippled. Can he satisfy you?"