Chapter 197

"Do you want to dine with them?"

Michael looked at Isabella, considerately asking for her opinion.

But only he knew how reluctant he was to let Nolan appear in front of Isabella at this moment.

He was a hundred times unwilling in his heart.

Why did he have to go through so much trouble to get Isabella out of the villa area, just wanting to have a quiet meal with her?

And then they ran into Nolan here?

What bad luck, he wouldn't come to this restaurant again in the future.

At this moment, he only hoped that Isabella could refuse Nolan just as she had refused him, saying she didn't want to see him.

He didn't want anyone to disturb their meal at this time.

But his unusual inquiry was completely misunderstood by Isabella.

He was so polite in giving her the choice, wasn't he just wanting Violet to come in while not exposing himself?

Sure enough, men.

They all like to rescue beauties, never changing.

However, Michael was overthinking it. She didn't even care about him anymore, why would she care about who he was with?

Moreover, with Nolan here, she would agree even if it was just for Nolan's sake.

"Sure, let them in."

Isabella said very straightforwardly.

Michael's face turned pale.

His hand, hanging by his side, clenched into a fist. Not wanting her to see his reaction, he quickly walked towards the door with a stern face.

He almost knocked over the chair.

Isabella looked at his overly excited figure, feeling speechless.

It's just Violet, was it necessary for him to be so excited?

The door opened, and Michael stood at the door saying a few words before quickly bringing the people into the private room.

As soon as they came in, Michael arranged for Nolan to sit diagonally across from Isabella by the window.

And he himself sat back next to Isabella, even pulling his chair closer.

Violet originally wanted to sit inside, so she could face Michael and get closer to him.

But Nolan went over first, so she could only sit opposite Isabella.

She looked up to see Isabella's face, which was even smaller than hers, and could only maintain an awkward yet polite smile.

She thought there was only Michael in the private room, but Isabella was also there?

The four of them had different thoughts, but they still had to be polite on the surface.

Isabella smiled and welcomed the two, "Nolan, Ms. Cooper, what a coincidence to meet here."

It was just a polite remark.

Nolan smiled gently.

But Violet took it seriously and even responded enthusiastically.

"Isn't it? The last time I saw Ms. Taylor was at school, but Mr. Brown suddenly appeared, otherwise, I could have chatted with Ms. Taylor for a while longer."

Violet subtly mentioned her "date" with Michael in front of Isabella.

Although Michael didn't fulfill it in the end.

But this didn't affect her position in Michael's heart. As long as he divorced Isabella, she still had an absolute chance.

"Really, I don't remember."

Isabella responded indifferently.

It wasn't that she couldn't hear the implication in Violet's words, but she really didn't care about these things, so she wouldn't take them to heart.

"Ms. Taylor, didn't you have something to ask me that day? Could it be that you forgot even that?"

Violet tilted her head with an innocent and curious look.

If Isabella ignored her doubts about Violet's identity, she would really think Violet was just a spoiled girl.

Before Isabella could answer, Michael suddenly poured a glass of water and handed it to Violet, "Ms. Cooper, you must be thirsty after saying so much, have some water."

He frowned, his words carrying a warning.

But Violet took this glass of water as Michael's care and affection.

She had just sat down, and he noticed her. If he didn't like her, what was it?

Violet blushed and glanced at Michael, softly saying, "Thank you, Mr. Brown."

After speaking, she held the glass and took small sips of water.

This shy look made even Isabella feel that she was a bit redundant sitting between the two.

"Michael, can I have a sip of your wine?"

"It looks really good."

After getting Michael's favor, Violet became bolder, coquettishly asking Michael for a favor.

Isabella couldn't help but twitch her eyelids. She really didn't expect Violet to be so overwhelming when she took the initiative.

If she hadn't heard Violet's domineering behavior outside just now, she might have been deceived by Violet's appearance.

But after seeing Violet's true face and then seeing her delicate appearance, she could only say that some people were born to act.

Especially the way she called "Michael," it was smoother than anyone else.

It was like she had practiced countless times in private.

Their intimacy shocked her, Michael's wife, but there was one downside, it was easy to make people feel nauseous.

Maybe it was Michael's silence that gave Violet more courage, she blinked and asked again.

"Michael, you won't be unhappy if I call you that, will you?"

Michael's eyes darkened, his face stern.

Isabella turned her head, wanting to know how he would react.

But she didn't expect that at this moment.

Her stomach churned again.

"Ugh!"

Fortunately, there was nothing in her stomach, otherwise, she would have vomited all over Michael.

Michael had such a severe cleanliness obsession, if she really vomited on him, his face would be very ugly.

But the more it was like this, the more uncomfortable her stomach felt.

It was like something was twisting her stomach, the pain almost brought tears to her eyes.

Violet noticed this, her eyes narrowing as if she had realized something.

She pretended not to understand and asked, "Ms. Taylor, what's wrong? Vomiting so badly, could you be pregnant?"

Isabella's heart trembled, and she had some doubts in her heart.

But in this situation, in front of Nolan and Michael, she didn't want to talk about pregnancy, nor did she want people to speculate.

"No, it's my stomach acting up, I feel uncomfortable whenever I eat."

She and Michael were in the middle of a divorce, it would be best to keep the pregnancy a secret.

If she couldn't keep it a secret, she would talk to him and try to get custody of the child.

After speaking, Isabella stood up, "You guys chat, I'm going to the restroom."

"Ms. Taylor, I'll go with you."

Isabella was about to leave when Violet followed.

She rolled her eyes inwardly.

Wasn't Violet here for Michael? Why was she following her?

But since Violet offered, she could only go along with it, though she ignored Violet the whole time.

Until they entered the restroom.

Violet couldn't hold back anymore and came up to her, seizing the opportunity to ask.

"Ms. Taylor, I heard you've been married to Mr. Brown for three years, and you don't have any children yet. Is it because your relationship is not good?"

Before Isabella could speak, Violet covered her mouth.

"Oh my, could it be that Ms. Taylor can't have children?"