Chapter 112

On the other end of the phone, Benjamin thought for a moment and came up with a good idea.

"It's perfectly normal for a man to feel jealous if his wife admires another man. Isabella is only angry because you keep harping on it! It makes her feel like you don't trust her," Benjamin analyzed.

Michael frowned, thinking for a moment, and then asked, "So you're telling me I should get into her hobbies and perhaps even root for Mr. Williams like she does."

Benjamin suddenly erupted in laughter, finding the scene so ridiculous it felt like a spoof from a comedy movie. "Root for yourself? No, that would be ridiculous. Seriously, don't do that. If it backfires, Isabella will think you're mocking her. The best approach is to apologize tomorrow and admit you shouldn't be jealous of a man who poses no threat to you," Benjamin suggested, still chuckling.

Michael raised an eyebrow. "Is it really that simple? Just a straightforward apology, no need for gifts?"

Benjamin replied, "Absolutely not necessary. You two are still in the honeymoon phase. During this time, couples tend to forgive each other easily. Just be sincere in your apology. If needed, you could even shed a few tears to plead for forgiveness. That's a popular way to apologize among young people these days."

Michael couldn't help but imagine himself clinging to Isabella, crying and begging for forgiveness.

He shuddered and made a face of disgust. "That idea makes me look foolish."

Benjamin shrugged on the other end of the line, teasing, "Well, it's the only way I can think of. Whether you believe it or not is up to you."

Michael took a deep breath. He could do it. As long as he could win Isabella back, crying wasn't a big deal, especially if no one else saw it.

"By the way, have you tried this method on Amelia?" Michael suddenly asked.

There was silence on the other end of the line.

After a while, Benjamin spoke, "I haven't confessed to her yet. We're not in any kind of relationship. At most, we're just friends."

"Friends who've slept together? Benjamin, psychological studies show that men and women who've slept together can't just be friends," Michael teased.

Benjamin sighed. "I feel like she's been avoiding me, but it's okay. I'll find the right moment to confess to her."

Michael's mouth twitched. He suddenly wondered if seeking relationship advice from Benjamin was a mistake, given that Benjamin couldn't even handle his own relationship well.

"Is Benjamin experimenting with his dating techniques on me?" Michael muttered under his breath.

"Alright, Michael, I have to go now. Looking forward to your return. I need to head into surgery. Goodbye," Benjamin said, hanging up the phone.

Michael put his phone back in his pocket and looked at the closed door in front of him. He raised his hand to knock but sighed and lowered it, letting out a deep breath.

Deciding to practice his apology face, Michael mistook the room's floor-to-ceiling coat rack for Isabella, then hugged the rack and his face pressed against it.

"I'm sorry darling, I was wrong to be jealous of a man who is no threat to me."

Michael mobilized the muscles and in his face did his best to put on a crying expression. He sounded like a child asking his mom for candy.

Suddenly, Michael heard a ringing behind him. He quickly turned around to find Kenna staring at him blankly, with a phone lying at his feet.

"You're apologizing to the hanger?" Kenna asked, surprised.

Michael awkwardly replied, "I just felt a bit hot in the face and wanted to cool down... Dad, what do you need?"

Kenna noticed Michael changing the subject but decided not to press it.

He picked up his phone from the floor and said, "There's something going on at the company that needs your urgent attention."

"Got it, I'll head over now."

Michael immediately ran out of the room, all wanted to now was to get out of this awkward place.

Kenna chuckled as he shook his head after Michael left. "My son's way of apologizing to his wife is just like mine."

By the next day, Isabella's anger from the previous night had mostly dissipated. She was waiting for Michael's apology, but he suddenly said he had to handle some matters at Kenna's company, leaving Isabella alone in the villa.

'I really want to see that tech exhibition. I wonder what Mr. Williams looks like. Is he as handsome as they say? Who's more handsome, him or Michael?' Isabella mused as she lay on the bed, scrolling through her phone out of boredom.

To enter the tech exhibition, one needed an invitation, but Isabella didn't have one. It seemed she would miss another chance to visit her idol.

Just then, a maid came up and knocked on the door. "Mrs. Williams, Mr. Ramirez is here to see you."

Isabella sat up, thinking she had misheard.

Lucas was Scarlett's brother, and since she and Scarlett were now enemies, why would Lucas come to see her? Could it be that he wanted her to plead for Scarlett?

Isabella frowned slightly but didn't refuse. After all, this was Michael's house, and she wasn't worried about Lucas doing anything to her.

When Isabella came downstairs, Lucas was already sitting in the living room. He looked delighted to see her.

"Isabella, I need your help," Lucas said excitedly.

Isabella sat on the sofa opposite Lucas, her expression cold. "If you're here to plead for Scarlett, you can leave."

Lucas was taken aback and quickly shook his head. "You've got it all wrong. I'm not here for Scarlett. She's been grounded. In fact, I should thank you because now I don't have to listen to her nagging and bossing me around. To me, you and Michael are the real couple."

Isabella looked at Lucas in surprise. He and Scarlett seemed like two extremes-one was sinister and ruthless, the other naive and endearing.

Isabella's expression softened as she asked, "So, what do you need from me?"

Lucas immediately picked up a tablet from the table and handed it to her. "I heard from Michael that you're great at packaging design. This is my favorite car, and I hope you could help me design some cool graphics to put on it. That way, I'll be the coolest among my friends!"

Isabella raised an eyebrow at the sleek, white sports car on the screen. She hadn't expected Lucas to come to her for this reason.

Designing a car's exterior came easily to Isabella. She was about to agree when she remembered Lucas's interest in technological inventions. Maybe he had an invitation to the tech exhibition?

Isabella smiled and said, "I can help you, but you need to get me an invitation to the tech exhibition."

"That's a piece of cake. I can take you in even without an invitation!" Lucas said, then suddenly froze, realizing there might be someone at the exhibition Isabella should not encounter.