Chapter 382
She had ordered that takeout on purpose.
Did they really think she was that generous?
Michael had brought Bianca right in front of her to get under her skin. If she did nothing, it would be so un-her.
And besides, she was just being "kind" by sending over a bowl of Virility Soup. It's not like she was taking inappropriate photos of them. She was already being merciful.
To help them have a "pleasant" night, she had even added extra ingredients to the Virility Soup. How considerate of her.
But Bianca didn't appreciate it and even blamed her.
Her good intentions were wasted.
What a pity.
Outside the door, Bianca was still yelling. Isabella wasn't scared at all. She opened the door and stepped out.
"Why are you shouting in the middle of the night?"
Isabella glanced at her own door and raised an eyebrow. "You even dared to bang on my door. Should I call the security downstairs to cheer you two on?"
"Isabella!"
Bianca was instantly at a loss for words.
She was at a critical moment. If a bunch of people came up, how could she spend the night with Michael?
So, the first thing she needed to deal with was that takeout.
"You ordered it, didn't you?"
Bianca asked directly.
Isabella shrugged, not intending to hide it at all. "Yeah, so what?"
Bianca was so angry her face turned red. She knew it was Isabella.
Isabella knew Michael was with Bianca and still dared to order Virility Soup to provoke her. She was asking for it.
"So, the lady across the hall ordered it. But isn't your room 501? Why does the order say the room across the hall?"
Realizing he had the wrong person, the delivery guy quickly handed the food to Isabella.
But Isabella dodged it like it was something dirty.
"No, it is exactly for the people across the hall!"
"Huh?" The delivery guy was confused.
Isabella explained, "Look at me, a single woman. Why would I need Virility Soup? I ordered it for my 'useless' ex-husband."
After she said that, everyone except Isabella had a change in their expressions.
Especially the delivery guy, who couldn't help but look back and forth between Isabella and Bianca.
The information was too much for him to process.
Seeing him frozen, Isabella kindly explained, "I forgot to mention, the lady who was banging on the door is my half-sister, and my husband is hiding in the room across the hall."
"If you hadn't rushed to deliver this soup, they might have already started having sex."
The delivery guy was stunned.
Isabella continued, "It's one thing for my sister to be involved with her brother-in-law, especially since we're almost divorced. But they can't be so blatant about it, sneaking around in the room right across from mine."
"Alas, I can't control you, but I know some things. I was worried you might get stuck halfway, so I ordered this Virility Soup to help set the mood. It's my sisterly duty."
Isabella asked sincerely.
"Hey, did I do anything wrong?"
The delivery guy swallowed hard, trying to process the explosive drama in front of him.
Oh my God, what had he just heard?
The sister and brother-in-law were involved. The brother-in-law was impotent?
What was so attractive about the brother-in-law?
The delivery guy didn't know what to say. Looking at the two sisters, he decided to hand the takeout to Bianca.
"Maybe you should take this?"
After all, Bianca was the one who really needed the Virility Soup.
"What do I need it for?"
Bianca looked at it, feeling disgusted.
"Because, compared to your sister, you seem to need it more."
Bianca frowned and followed the delivery guy's gaze, realizing her clothes had come undone while banging on the door, revealing her sexy nightgown.
Meanwhile, Isabella was elegantly dressed, not even having taken off her coat, looking much more composed.
Bianca gritted her teeth, knowing that continuing the argument would only make her lose. She grabbed the food.
"Isabella, just you wait!"
After giving Isabella a venomous look, Bianca stormed into the room across the hall, slamming the door behind her.
Watching Bianca so furious, Isabella felt a wave of satisfaction.
She smiled at the delivery guy and waved. "Thanks, goodbye."
The delivery guy was momentarily dazzled by Isabella's sweet smile and quickly responded, "No problem, just doing my job. But..."
He glanced at the closed door across the hall, unable to resist his curiosity, and asked quietly.
"Was what you said true? The people across the hall are really your husband and sister? That's so shameless."
The delivery guy couldn't understand. In terms of looks and figure, Isabella was clearly superior.
What was the problem with her husband?
"Exactly. If he had any self-respect, he wouldn't do such a disgusting thing."
After the delivery guy left, Isabella's gaze turned towards the door across the hall, as if she could see through it.
What did it matter if she got her revenge?
What was going to happen between Michael and Bianca would still happen. This wouldn't change anything.
And what awaited Isabella was endless darkness.
Michael was determined to be with Bianca. Nothing she did would change that.
As she closed the door, Isabella looked around at everything that reminded her of Michael, feeling a deep sense of loss.
Maybe Michael and Bianca were having a passionate moment, while Isabella sat helplessly on the bed, surrounded by memories of him.
As the daughter of the Wilson family, how had she fallen so low?
If her uncles knew, they would be disappointed.
But Isabella didn't know that her little act of revenge had given Michael the best chance to save himself.
After entering the room, Bianca threw the Virility Soup into the trash.
She was about to take off her clothes and continue with Michael when a large hand grabbed her neck from behind.
"Michael?"
Bianca turned around with difficulty, seeing that Michael, who had been struggling on the floor, had freed himself.
Her eyes widened in disbelief. "When did you untie the ropes?"
"While you were out."
Michael tightened his grip, filled with rage from what he had just endured. He wanted to strangle her.
"Bianca, now you'll face the consequences."