Chapter 186

The doctor's call left Isabella and Michael in silence.

Blushing, Isabella hesitated for a moment before taking the bag of medicine from Michael's hand.

"I'll put this in the fridge for you," she said, heading to the kitchen.

Michael stood still, his face dark with frustration.

After placing the medicine in the fridge and closing the door, Isabella couldn't help but burst into laughter, clutching her stomach.

"Is it funny?" Michael's voice, cold and stern, came from behind her.

Isabella stifled her laughter and stood up. "No, not at all. Just remembered something good. Oh, and guess what? I won my case against my parents!"

Isabella started laughing again, this time patting Michael's chest, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry. I can't help it. If you're feeling tired, you can tell me. I'll give you a break for a couple of days."

Michael's face flushed red, embarrassment and anger warring within him.

"I'm just fine. This is just regular upkeep for a man!" Michael said seriously, gripping Isabella's shoulders.

Isabella nodded earnestly. "You're right. Don't give me that look. Sorry, but... I still think it's hilarious!"

Seeing Michael's embarrassed and guilty expression, Isabella couldn't hold back her laughter.

"It looks like I need to prove myself," Michael said angrily, lifting Isabella and carrying her towards the bedroom.

"Hold on! I'm not done chopping veggies yet!" Isabella said, gesturing towards the kitchen.

But Michael firmly pulled her arm back. "We have more important things to do right now. I need to prove to you that I don't need rest!"

Michael threw Isabella onto the bed and began undressing her. Isabella clung tightly to her clothes.

"Okay, okay, no more laughing! Amelia and Benjamin might be here any minute, so I need to get these ingredients prepped," Isabella said, but her lips kept twitching, showing she was still holding back laughter.

Michael didn't believe her and pulled her hands away, stripping off her clothes.

Isabella sighed helplessly. Michael clearly had a big ego in some areas.

Soon, Isabella was left in just her underwear, her graceful body exposed to Michael.

Michael's anger quickly turned into desire. His hands roamed over Isabella's body, and she gradually adapted to his rhythm, starting to enjoy it. Her breathing became heavy, and her skin flushed.

Michael's hands moved to her back, unfastening her bra, revealing her full breasts.

Just then, Isabella's phone rang. It was Amelia calling.

"Don't say anything." Isabella gestured for silence and answered the call.

"Isabella, congratulations! You finally got rid of your annoying parents. They can't hold anything over you anymore!" Amelia's voice was filled with excitement, genuinely happy for Isabella.

"Thanks for your concern. How about coming over tonight for a barbecue to celebrate? And bring Benjamin along," Isabella said into the phone.

"Sure, I think he'll be happy to hear the news too..." Amelia's words were cut off by Isabella's sudden scream.

"What happened? Isabella, are you in danger?" Amelia asked nervously.

Isabella glared at Michael, her face flushed. He had bitten her nipple and misjudged the force, causing her pain.

"No, I was cooking and accidentally burned myself on the pot lid," Isabella quickly explained, her face red.

"Really? You're not lying to me, are you?" Amelia was still suspicious, thinking Isabella might be in danger.

"No, I'm telling the truth. Michael is right here with me. You can ask him if you don't believe me," Isabella said, handing the phone to Michael, her face still red.

Michael's hands were still fondling Isabella's breasts as he lifted his head and responded, "Good afternoon, Amelia."

Hearing Michael's voice, Amelia relaxed. "You scared me! I thought you were really in danger."

"Don't worry about me. My husband will protect me," Isabella said, blushing as she looked at Michael.

Michael smiled and slid Isabella's panties off, leaving her completely naked.

Isabella shot Michael a glare, but he ignored her look, lifting her legs and revealing his erection.

"What are you planning to cook for us? I'm not really in the mood for barbecue. Can you make something else?" Amelia asked playfully over the phone.

Isabella bit her lip, trying to suppress the tingling sensation in her lower body. "Of course, you can have whatever you want tonight."

"Awesome! Do you need me to grab anything from the store? Oh, and do you have any seafood? I'm craving a seafood feast," Amelia said, already listing her cravings.

Isabella's face turned crimson. Michael was teasing her, rubbing his erection against her entrance without actually entering, causing an intense, ticklish sensation. Her vagina was responding by secreting fluids profusely.

"Isabella, are you feeling okay? You sound like you're out of breath," Amelia asked, sensing something off. Isabella's voice sounded strange.

Isabella whacked Michael on the back in frustration, but he didn't stop, continuing to rub against her labia.

"It's just the steam from the boiling water; it's making it hard to breathe. I'll open the window," Isabella lied again.

"Shouldn't you turn on the exhaust fan? Why open the window?" Amelia's suspicion grew.

At that moment, Isabella let out another scream.

This time, it was because Michael suddenly thrust his erection into her. The unexpected move caught Isabella off guard, making her cry out.