Chapter 277
He couldn't care less if it were someone else, but this concerned Isabella and their baby.
Just thinking about it made Michael unable to control the urge to catch Violet right now.
If anything happened to Isabella or the baby, he would go crazy!
In such a state of panic, Michael couldn't sleep at all.
When the sky began to lighten, Isabella opened her eyes to see Michael sitting beside her, gazing at her tenderly.
She was taken aback.
He was still there?
So everything from last night wasn't a dream.
Seeing the dark circles under Michael's eyes, Isabella asked in surprise, "Did you not sleep last night?"
"I couldn't sleep on the boat."
Michael casually made up an excuse, not wanting to miss any moment with her. He pointed to the sky outside and lay down beside her.
"It's still early, and it's cold outside. Do you want to watch the sunrise together before going back?"
Suddenly facing Michael's handsome face so close, Isabella momentarily forgot what she wanted to say.
Looking into his gradually softening eyes, she instinctively nodded. "Okay."
Michael's lips curled up. Looking at Isabella so close, he couldn't help but reach out and hug her through the blanket.
"It's so cold, let me warm up."
Knowing his excuse was terrible, Isabella still let him hold her.
Because she couldn't bear to lose this moment of warmth either.
The sunrise happened in an instant.
When the sunlight filled every corner of the room, Isabella's heart was also overwhelmed by the feeling of that moment.
She had tried so hard to forget Michael.
But it seemed that as long as he appeared, he could break all her defenses.
She had to admit that liking someone meant that no matter when, the feelings for him always remained in her heart.
The sunrise meant they would soon return to their own lives.
Michael tightened his arms reluctantly, feeling the warmth Isabella brought him. Finally, he asked the question that had been hidden in his heart.
It was also the answer he most wanted to know from Isabella after being hurt by Nolan.
"Isabella, do you regret marrying me?"
He had learned from Nolan that she had married the wrong person.
And he hadn't treated her well after marriage, deliberately neglecting her for three years.
After asking this question, he had already come to a conclusion in his heart.
If he hadn't been so excessive, how could she have initiated the divorce?
But he still wanted to hear it from her.
Was Nolan the only one in her heart, and had she never liked him at all?
No matter what she said, he would accept it.
But Isabella was stunned by the question.
She didn't understand how someone as proud as Michael could ask such a question.
Didn't he know how she had longed for his response over the past three years, even though every time they were together, it was she who took the initiative, but it always ended in failure?
She had never liked anyone as much as she liked him. From having a crush to marrying him, she had always been secretly happy.
She had even forced the marriage with the engagement contract. Such intense feelings, how could she regret it?
Love was beautiful.
But reality had given her a heavy blow.
Now, thinking back to her three years of marriage, Isabella fell silent.
Three years had worn down her patience and hope. She didn't dare to think about it anymore, nor did she dare to hope for anything.
Thinking of this, Isabella seemed to understand the meaning behind Michael's question.
She slowly freed herself from Michael's embrace, sat up, and faced him.
Looking into Michael's eyes, which were also expecting an answer, she took a deep breath.
After a moment, she gave the final comment on their marriage.
"Since we've come this far, let's not look back. There are more things in life worth pursuing."
As she spoke, Isabella's small hand unconsciously touched her rounded belly, her face glowing with a gentle light.
"Michael, sometimes I'm still very grateful to you for giving me this baby. At least, my future won't be lonely."
With that, she had made their paths clear.
If it weren't for this child, they wouldn't have stayed connected until now.
Their marriage had long ceased to exist. Now, it was Daniel and this baby that maintained their relationship.
He had given her this child, and she was satisfied.
As for his future, perhaps he would soon find someone he truly loved.
Even if she still had feelings for him, she shouldn't hold onto him anymore.
Since they were destined not to be together, she should be decisive and let Michael go.
It was the last bit of dignity she could preserve for both of them.
At this moment, Michael's face turned a few shades paler.
He couldn't say a word in rebuttal.
Isabella's explanation was tantamount to telling him that she loved someone else.
As for their marriage, whether she regretted it or not, she no longer cared!
Time was almost up. Isabella bit her lip, no longer lingering in the warmth that didn't belong to her.
"It's getting late. I should go back."
Her voice was soft, but her tone was different from before.
The sense of distance and unfamiliarity hit Michael so hard that he almost couldn't speak.
After a while, he suppressed his reluctance and nodded lightly, "I'll take you."
The yacht had docked in the early hours, and the guests had long since left.
Isabella and Michael were the last to disembark.
They walked towards the shore in silence.
As Isabella stepped down the stairs, she missed a step and fell backward. Fortunately, Michael caught her in time, narrowly avoiding an accident.
Isabella nervously clutched his clothes, and they stood on the deck, embracing for a moment.
Until Isabella realized it was inappropriate and quickly pushed him away.
She got off the boat safely.
Just as Michael was about to follow and drive her, Isabella shook her head at him.
"No need. I came here without telling Uncle Atticus and the others. If they find out you take me back, it will be even harder to explain. Michael, happy birthday. Goodbye."
With that, Isabella turned and left decisively, as if she had made up her mind.
After getting off the boat, the people Holden had sent to protect her immediately came over, opened the car door, and escorted her into the car, which quickly drove away.
Michael watched her disappear before his eyes.
Her words, "Michael, happy birthday," still echoed in his ears.
At that moment, Aaron came running over with a report, "Mr. Brown, we've found a lead on Ms. Cooper."
"Last night, she secretly used the spare speedboat on the yacht and went ashore early. Our people found her in a remote town in the western suburbs."