Chapter 193

Using his height advantage, Michael leaned down close to her, placing his chin on her shoulder and following her gaze.

He only saw two people below walking towards the villa, one behind the other, without saying a word.

Nothing unusual.

So what did Isabella see that made her smile secretly at the window just now?

Isabella was intently watching the scene downstairs and realized that Michael was taking advantage of her. She immediately stepped back.

"Michael, stay away from me. If you touch me again, I'll expose you right now."

Seeing Isabella angry, Michael obediently kept his distance.

Isabella snorted coldly and continued to look outside.

Unexpectedly, the two people below started arguing.

Olivia, with her fiery temper, was now facing Atticus with a stern face, saying something.

But because the upstairs window could only open a little, she couldn't hear what they were saying. However, seeing Olivia's angry expression, it seemed they were having a dispute.

What surprised Isabella was Atticus's reaction.

He wasn't angry at all; he even stood there obediently listening to Olivia.

You should know that Atticus had become a powerful figure in the military through his own abilities.

At home, he was also a respected son of the Wilson Family. She had never seen anyone dare to shout at Atticus like that?

Now, Atticus didn't even react to Olivia's "rudeness."

There was definitely something between these two.

Isabella couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.

It seemed that Atticus's personal matters would soon be resolved.

But the truth was, Olivia was extremely annoyed by Atticus's elder-like lecturing, which is why she lost her temper and argued with him at the door.

"Atticus, how many times do I have to tell you, my matters have nothing to do with you. Please stop interfering in my life, okay?"

Olivia stood in front of him unceremoniously, her small face stubborn and angry as she looked at him.

She was determined to draw a clear line with him.

Atticus had never been contradicted like this before, but he still had to finish what he wanted to say.

"I don't mean to interfere in your life. I just don't want you to take the wrong path and regret it in the future."

His voice remained calm and serious.

He wasn't just concerned about her; he was advising her as an elder.

Since she was Isabella's good friend and still young, he couldn't help but want to advise her as he watched her heading down a path that wasn't suitable for her.

But this was something Olivia couldn't accept.

She would rather he treated her as a woman, even if they broke up and never contacted each other again.

She couldn't accept him treating her like a child.

This meant he had never had feelings for her; it was all just her own wishful thinking over the years.

Olivia took a deep breath, her eyes losing their light, "Whether I regret it or not is my choice. I will take full responsibility. You don't need to worry about it, understand?"

If he was only saying these caring words because she was Isabella's good friend, then she would rather not have it!

Atticus was equally helpless.

But he had to compromise, "Fine, it's your life, you make the decisions. I was being nosy."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said this, Olivia suddenly started crying.

Olivia looked aggrieved, as if she had been wronged.

Atticus panicked. He was most afraid of girls crying, especially someone the same age as Isabella, like Olivia.

"Don't cry, okay? I won't interfere with you anymore, alright?"

Holding things in his hands, Atticus was about to put them down to comfort her when he saw Olivia staring at him intently.

She said, "Atticus, you said it. Since you won't try with me, then don't interfere with me anymore!"

After saying that, Olivia wiped her tears with the back of her hand and turned to walk towards the door.

She was about to knock when she found the door unlocked, so she simply pushed it open and went in.

She couldn't maintain her composure in front of Atticus. Every word he said would cause her to lose control.

But she had to force herself to cut off all contact with him.

Otherwise, she would never get over this relationship.

Moreover, he was much older than her and the eldest son of his family, so marriage was a must.

She didn't want to still be deeply in love with him when he walked into the marriage hall with another woman. How ridiculous would that be?

Just like he said, people have to grow up eventually.

She finally made up her mind to let him go.

Entering the living room, Olivia sat on the sofa to calm her emotions and shouted upstairs, "Isabella, we're back. Do you want to come down and get your things?"

It wasn't that she couldn't bring them up; she was just too angry with Atticus. If she didn't sit for a while, she was afraid she would expose her emotions in front of Isabella.

If Isabella found out about her past with Atticus, she feared Isabella wouldn't be able to handle the shock and would think differently of her.

Atticus followed her in, categorizing the things they bought, leaving the snacks on the low table, and taking the rest to the kitchen to make breakfast.

As for Olivia, who was sulking on the sofa, he didn't know what to do with her.

Olivia's mood was as unpredictable as the weather.

To avoid disturbing her, he thought it would be best to avoid meeting her as much as possible in the future.

Upstairs.

Isabella heard Olivia calling her and instinctively wanted to go out, also to ask what had happened at the door just now.

But just as she was about to leave, her wrist was grabbed.

Michael frowned and wouldn't let her go, "If you leave like this, what about me?"

Isabella didn't understand what he meant and frowned at his actions, "Let go. This is my house, of course, I can go wherever I want. If you don't want to hide, then come down with me!"

She deliberately provoked him.

After all, Atticus was downstairs. If he showed up, he wouldn't be able to escape.

She couldn't do anything to him, but Atticus wouldn't let him off so easily.

Michael could see through her thoughts and little schemes, but this version of Isabella was real and adorable.

Unlike when they were married, when she lost herself trying to please him, or when she was aloof after proposing a divorce, now she had shed those unnecessary disguises and masks.

Even if she played little tricks, it revealed her true personality.

He had finally found her, and he would never let her go again.

"I'm not going down, and you can't leave. Stay here with me."

Michael was afraid she would slip away if he wasn't careful, so he tightly held her in his arms, unwilling to let go.

"Michael, what are you doing? Let go of me!"

Isabella struggled hard.

Since that incident in the car, she had developed an instinctive aversion to Michael's proximity.

Whenever he touched her, she couldn't help but think of the humiliation she suffered that night.