Chapter 200

Isabella saw the disappointment on Michael's face and moved closer, gently touching his cheek. She whispered, "Hey, don't be so down. How about I give you a special surprise in a week?"

Her cheeks turned a bit red as she winked at him.

Michael's mind started racing with all sorts of ideas, and his breathing got faster.

Just as he was about to say something, Isabella put a finger over his lips.

"I know what you're thinking. Don't even go there. Just wait for seven days!" she said, hopping off the bed.

"To make sure you get through these seven days without any trouble, we're gonna sleep separately. No more sharing a bed for now," Isabella said with a smile, waving at him before heading out.

Michael reached out from the bed, pleading, "Oh, come on, babe. You can't do this. I'm so used to having you next to me. I'll feel lost and won't be able to sleep without you."

Isabella stopped at the door and turned around with a sigh. "But I'm really worried about your health."

Michael quickly said, "I swear I'll just hold you quietly and won't do anything. If I break this promise, may I never get erected again..."

Before he could finish, Isabella covered his mouth.

She glared at him. "How could you make such a harsh vow? Have you thought about me?"

Michael took her hand and placed it on his chest. "Feel my heartbeat. It's steady, which means I can control myself."

Feeling his calm heartbeat, Isabella hesitated for a moment, then said seriously, "Alright, we can sleep in the same bed, but we have to use separate blankets!"

Michael was happy at first but frowned at the second condition.

"You still don't trust me. I just want to hold you while we sleep. Please, give it a try," he pleaded.

Anyone who knew Michael, like Jerry, would be shocked to see him like this. Was this really the same strong and confident Michael?

Isabella hesitated but finally decided to give him a chance. She lay down on the bed, and Michael happily wrapped his arms around her.

As the night went on, Michael turned off the light and hugged Isabella like a soft pillow.

Feeling his warmth, Isabella gradually fell asleep, but in her dreams, she felt a tickling sensation on her butt.

She opened her eyes to find Michael's hand exploring her butt, as if checking if she was really asleep, and his heartbeat was speeding up.

Isabella sighed and pinched his nose. "Didn't you say you wouldn't do anything? What are you doing? And your heartbeat is racing."

Michael groaned and rolled onto his back.

"Sorry, I can't help it. You're just too irresistible!" he said in frustration. He had never felt his willpower so weak.

Isabella blushed, feeling flattered by his words. She felt his deep love but knew she had to resist for his health.

"Honey, I think I'll get another blanket. Maybe that will lessen the temptation." Isabella smiled, walked to the closet, and grabbed another blanket, placing it on the bed.

"Goodnight, my love." She smiled as she got under the blanket and turned off the light.

The clock on the wall kept ticking, and in the dark room, Michael's low voice broke the silence.

"Honey, are you asleep?" he asked softly.

From Isabella's side came the sound of steady breathing, indicating she was asleep.

Michael cautiously slipped his hand under Isabella's blanket, but as soon as he touched her, she snorted coldly.

"If you really can't control yourself, I'll have to sleep in another room," Isabella warned him, her eyes bright even in the dark.

"Damn it, you weren't asleep. You tricked me!" Michael grumbled, biting his lip and covering his head with the blanket.

Outside the blanket, Isabella's laughter could be heard, but she didn't leave the bed, which made Michael feel a bit better.

"It's just temptation, I can handle it." Michael scoffed, poking his head out from under the blanket and taking a deep breath to control his desire.

As time passed, he felt tired and finally fell asleep.

That night, Michael and Isabella slept peacefully, but in the bar's private room, John and Bianca were having a wild night.

The next morning, John woke up on the couch in the bar's private room. Beneath him lay Bianca, her clothes torn.

Tears glistened at the corners of Bianca's eyes, and her expression was one of pain. Every slight movement of her legs seemed to intensify her discomfort, indicating that the previous night's events had been particularly harsh on her.

John's gaze moved to Bianca's swollen and red lower body, a clear sign of the rough treatment she had endured.

Seeing the bloodstains on the couch, John remembered it was Bianca's first time.

John quickly left the room. Bianca, with her eyes half-open, watched his retreating figure, a hint of sadness in her gaze.

Soon, John returned with a set of staff uniforms, and Bianca quickly closed her eyes.

"This is the only clothing I could find. Put it on for now." John gently placed the clothes on the table.

Bianca slowly opened her eyes, looking at the clothes and softly thanked him.

John's throat tightened as he watched Bianca dress, not because he wanted to do anything to her, but because he didn't know what to say.

After Bianca was dressed, John suddenly asked, "What do you plan to do next? I can help you find a job."

Bianca was silent for a moment before shaking her head. "I don't want you to do anything for me anymore, and I don't want to cause a rift between you and your grandfather."