Chapter 252

The space inside the car was just for the two of them. Michael was pressed close behind her, and Isabella shifted uncomfortably.

She still felt a bit scared when she thought about what had just happened.

"Michael, what exactly do you want? If you dare to hurt the baby in my belly, I won't let you get away with it!"

"It's also my baby. How could I possibly hurt the baby?"

They hadn't seen each other for more than half a month, and Michael missed her so much that his heart ached.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to resist hugging her as soon as he saw her.

But he was careful not to hurt her belly at all.

Hearing this, Isabella rolled her eyes secretly. "Don't forget, this is my child. It has nothing to do with you anymore."

He had already signed the child agreement, yet he still dreamed of fighting her for the child. Not a chance!

She would never let the child be with a philandering father.

"If it has nothing to do with me, did you conceive this baby all by yourself?"

Michael didn't mind her words. As long as he could see that she was safe, he was relieved.

"Michael!" Isabella turned her head, ready to argue with Michael about who the child belonged to. But when she looked closely at Michael's face, her expression froze.

Was this still the dignified and graceful Michael she remembered?

It had only been half a month, but he looked so tired.

Especially with the faint dark circles under his eyes and the stubble on his chin, it seemed like he hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.

Didn't he have Violet to take care of him?

How did he end up like this?

A trace of confusion flashed in Isabella's eyes. "Michael, how long has it been since you took care of yourself? You look bad."

As she spoke, she curled her lips, not forgetting to criticize Michael's sense of aesthetics.

"Didn't Violet say that with her around, you'd be thoroughly enjoying yourself? What, was she just all talk?"

"What does she have to do with it? The only one who can make me enjoy myself is you. Don't forget, we're still married legally."

Seeing Isabella's disdainful look, Michael instinctively touched his chin. Was it that obvious?

To prove that he was still clean, he deliberately moved closer to her, taking her hand and placing it on his face.

"I just didn't shave for a day. It's not as bad as you say. If you don't believe me, feel it yourself."

Her fingertips accidentally touched Michael's rough stubble, and Isabella quickly withdrew her hand as if she had been electrocuted.

She looked at Michael warily. "Michael, I'm warning you, we're already living apart. According to the law, our relationship is no different from a divorce. So don't use the pretext of being a couple to take advantage of me, or I'll sue you for sexual harassment!"

Hearing Isabella say so much, Michael couldn't help but want to laugh. His gentle gaze fell on her slightly swollen belly.

He suppressed his urge to touch it and said, "If this counts as sexual harassment, then how did you have the baby? It can't be all your doing, right?"

"As for the separation you mentioned, that doesn't make sense. You're pregnant for twelve weeks, which means our last sexual encounter was before that, and it was frequent enough to result in this baby."

Michael raised an eyebrow. "Do you still want to define our relationship as separated?"

After his reasoning, Isabella was stunned.

He even knew the gestational age of the child. Was he still Michael?

When did he become so knowledgeable about pregnancy?

Could it be...

Isabella suddenly had an idea. "Michael, are you planning to have a child with Violet too?"

Otherwise, why would he know so much about this?

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Michael didn't know what she was thinking. He frowned and the words "I've never had any relationship with Violet" were on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't say them.

Isabella could even say something like him having a child with Violet, which showed that her trust in him was zero.

If he really explained his relationship with Violet, with her intelligence, she would probably guess Violet's identity and the hidden connections behind her.

He didn't want her to get involved.

Right now, the most important thing for her was to take good care of herself and the baby.

"Let's not talk about this. I came here to discuss something serious with you."

From the moment he hugged her into the car, he had been led astray by her topics, almost forgetting his purpose for coming here.

"From today on, you are not allowed to come to this place, not even once!"

Although he still couldn't be sure when the Adri Family people would come to Evergreen City, for the sake of her and the baby, it was better to be cautious.

She was the one he was most worried about. Only by protecting her could he focus all his energy on fighting the Adri Family.

"Why not? Give me a good reason."

This was the second time Michael had told her to leave this place. No matter how much Isabella ignored it, she sensed something was wrong.

Michael didn't want her to know too much. "This place is dangerous. It's not suitable for you to be here. If you want to go to a beauty salon, I'll give you money to go to any one in Evergreen City."

"Your money?"

Isabella sneered. "Do you think the Wilson Family would lack your little bit of money for beauty treatments? Michael, since you won't tell the truth, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"I have my own plans and considerations for coming here. You do your thing, I'll do mine, and we won't interfere with each other."

She had finally found a clue about Harper. How could she give it all up just because of his words?

But she didn't plan to tell Michael about Harper.

This time, she wanted to personally bring out Harper, the suspect who caused Grace's death.

She wanted Harper to explain what happened more than ten years ago and give Grace justice.

Neither of them was willing to back down, and the atmosphere became unbearably tense.

The car was filled with a heavy, oppressive air.

Isabella felt suffocated. She didn't want to stay here any longer, especially not with Michael.

But when she tried to open the car door, she found it was locked.

At this moment, the bodyguards who had been following Isabella also sensed something was wrong and approached Michael's car.

Isabella was speechless. She pointed to the men in black outside. "Michael, let me out of the car. I don't want my people to clash with you here!"

Seeing the row of people in black approaching him, Michael's eyes darkened.

He never thought there would be a day when Isabella would hate him so much.

Even when they were talking, she couldn't wait to escape.

But the more she acted like this, the less he wanted to let her go.

Isabella looked at Michael beside her, her anger rising. "Michael, what exactly do you want?"