Chapter 271

Even though Isabella was pregnant, she still appeared very petite in front of Michael. Michael only pulled her into his arms, not daring to use much force.

With a quick move, she slipped out of Michael's grasp.

She touched her chin with her fingers, raised an eyebrow, and said, "It's not impossible to take you with me, but I don't even know your name. It wouldn't be right to call you 'young man' once we're in the room, would it?"

Michael was almost amused by the term "young man."

Did she really like younger men so much that any young man could take her away?

What did those young men have that he didn't?

"When we get to the room, I'll naturally tell you my real name. I'm just afraid you won't dare to take me there."

Michael's words left Isabella almost speechless.

She indeed didn't dare.

Whether it was another man or Michael, she didn't dare. Who knew what Michael might do if he went crazy?

She was pregnant and couldn't risk the baby.

Isabella instantly lost interest and simply nodded, "I didn't plan on it anyway. If you want excitement, find someone else."

It wasn't that she didn't want to play a big game with Michael, but when it came to the baby, she prioritized the baby.

Just as she was about to leave, Michael suddenly blocked her way, more domineering than before, trapping her in place.

He said with a hint of resentment, "You change your mind so quickly. Weren't you just saying you liked my type? How can you want to ditch me now?"

His words gave Isabella goosebumps.

Was Michael addicted to acting?

"Move aside, don't make me..."

Before Isabella could finish her sentence, Michael's arm firmly encircled her, and with his other hand, he quickly removed the fox mask from his face.

Revealing a handsome face, it was none other than the birthday party's main character, Michael.

Although Isabella had already known he was Michael, seeing the boy who had just been acting coy with her suddenly turn into Michael in front of her eyes still left her momentarily stunned.

She even forgot to struggle out of his embrace.

"What are you going to do to me? Weren't you going to take me to the room? It's too late to regret it now!"

The low, sexy voice was Michael's original voice. Just as Isabella was momentarily dazed, her body was suddenly lifted into the air.

Michael carried her directly from the corridor to the top-floor room.

It was the best spot he had specially prepared for them to watch the snow and enjoy the moonlight.

The room's ceiling was a whole piece of transparent light-blocking panel. The moment the curtain was opened, the entire sky full of stars unfolded before their eyes.

He had checked the weather beforehand.

The snow was expected to fall in the early hours, just in time for his wish.

He hoped that in this beautiful moment, the person accompanying him would be Isabella, not someone else.

Walking to the bed, Michael gently placed Isabella on the soft bed, even thoughtfully squatting down to take off her shoes.

Feeling a sudden lightness on her feet, Isabella was startled and retreated to the corner.

She looked at the unusually behaving Michael with a face full of fear.

She had known him for so long, and it was always her helping him with these things. When had he ever taken off her shoes?

Watching Michael inch closer, Isabella felt for the first time how serious the uncontrollable situation was, "Michael, stay away from me. What do you want to do?"

Could Michael be thinking of having sex with her at this moment?

Isabella clutched the blanket tightly, her eyes scanning for any weapon she could use. If he dared to act recklessly, she wouldn't let him off.

But the next second, Michael's magnetic voice came, shocking Isabella.

"Isabella, stay with me tonight and watch the snow."

He actually wanted to say, spend his birthday with him, just tonight, just the two of them.

Isabella was shocked not by his words, but by Michael's almost pleading tone.

As the president of the Brown Group, when had Michael ever used such a cautious, pleading attitude to speak to anyone?

But Isabella could truly feel his longing.

He was begging her!

And Michael was imagining lying on the bed with Isabella, looking out at the falling snow. He felt as if he was surrounded by warmth.

From the moment Violet mentioned this scene, all he could think of was Isabella's face.

He wanted to spend this time with her.

If it were someone else, he might only need to say a word to make it happen, without even needing to show up himself, because he was the president of the Brown Group, and no one would refuse him.

But these methods were useless in front of Isabella. She didn't care about any of his possessions, not even giving them a second glance.

He didn't know how to please a woman, only knowing how to forcefully try to keep her. But the more domineering he was, the further he pushed her away.

Begging her was his last resort.

To her, he had no more schemes, no more tactics. He just wanted to show her his most genuine self.

Hoping to get even a slight response from her.

Even though this method was very humble and undignified for him, he didn't mind at all because it was her, and he was willing.

"Michael, you..."

The refusal was on the tip of her tongue, but looking into Michael's unwavering eyes, Isabella couldn't say it.

But the next second, she mocked herself for her soft-heartedness.

Where was her resolve before she came here?

Michael had only slightly lowered his stance, and she was already flustered, almost agreeing to his ridiculous request?

Calming down, Isabella didn't forget how she received the invitation to come here.

Michael and Violet's cooperation on the phone, and the scene of them holding hands intimately, all kept warning her not to forgive Michael, this unworthy bad man!

She took a deep breath, a sarcastic smile appearing on her lips, "You want me to stay up late watching the snow with you, what about your lover Violet? Where is she waiting? Michael, there's no need for us to play these games anymore, it's extremely boring."

Saying this, Isabella glanced at the door, sneering, "Where's Violet? Wasn't she the one who went to great lengths to call and invite me to this birthday party? Why isn't she showing up now that I'm here?"

Thinking of Violet, who had been drugged and unconscious in the morning, Michael calmly found an excuse, "She gets seasick and is resting in her room."

Isabella frowned, "She gets seasick? Wasn't it her idea to have the party on the yacht?"

For so long, Violet had never won against her. Finally, she had managed to snatch Michael, and now was the perfect time for her to flaunt it in front of Isabella.

Would Violet give up so easily at such an important moment?

With Violet's ambition to make Isabella witness her and Michael's public display of affection, she wouldn't hide in her room even if she felt unwell.

After all, this was a battle between women. How could she be fully oreoared and not show up in the end?