Chapter 302

Michael gave Leo a nod, signaling him to head back and get some rest. Then he scooped up Isabella and carried her back to the villa.

When he laid her on the bed, her hand was still wrapped around his neck.

Michael sighed with a grin. "Babe, if you were really asleep, you wouldn't be holding on so tight. You're practically choking me."

Isabella opened her eyes, smiled, gave Michael a peck on the cheek, and then let go, flopping onto the bed.

"Michael, I wanna take a bath, but I'm so tired," Isabella pouted, her voice slurred from the alcohol.

Michael chuckled and started unbuttoning her coat to make her more comfortable.

"You're not dirty yet; didn't you just bathe yesterday? If you want to sleep better, I can grab a wet towel and clean you up a bit, and help you take off your makeup. Sleeping with makeup on isn't great for your skin." He kissed her forehead and headed to the bathroom.

Isabella propped her chin on her hand, watching him through her drunken haze.

Michael's silhouette moved behind the bathroom glass, the sound of running water filling the room. Soon, he came back with a warm, damp towel.

"Do you want to undress yourself, or should I help?" Michael asked with a smile.

Isabella didn't respond, just stretched out her arms and closed her eyes.

Michael shook his head, smiling, and placed the towel on the bedside table. He then unbuttoned her shirt and skirt.

Before long, she was down to her underwear. The black lace lingerie clung to her skin, looking incredibly tempting.

Michael felt a fire ignite inside him. If he remembered right, today was the last day of Isabella's period.

But seeing her tired face, his desire started to fade.

Feeling the warm towel on her arms, Isabella opened her eyes and saw Michael's serious, focused expression.

"Michael, are you not into my body anymore? Am I not attractive to you?" Isabella pouted, looking upset.

Michael smiled at her pouty face. "You get so lively when you're drunk."

"Don't change the subject, you jerk. Tell me, are you tired of me?" Tears started to well up in her eyes.

Michael sighed and gently tapped her forehead. "Your body is amazing. How could I ever be tired of you? I'm just not in the mood right now. You're exhausted and need to rest. Once you're fully recovered, we can pick up where we left off."

With that, Michael grabbed her other arm and continued to wipe her down.

Just as Michael finished wiping one arm and was about to move to her thighs, he suddenly heard a soft sob.

He turned and saw Isabella crying, her eyes red and puffy.

"Hey, why are you crying? Did I say something wrong?" Michael quickly wrapped his arms around her.

Isabella clung to his waist, crying even louder. "You're so good to me, Michael. No one has ever treated me this well, not even my dad."

Michael stroked her hair, smiling gently. "What about Mason? He's good to you too."

"No, he's more like a grandfather. It's not the same." Isabella pouted and gave Michael's leg a playful slap, blaming him for ruining the moment.

Michael chuckled and hugged her tighter. "As long as you like it, I'll keep being good to you."

Isabella hugged his waist and looked up at him. "Michael, we've been married for so long but haven't had a wedding or taken any photos. Once I get the company shares, let's take wedding photos and have a big wedding."

Michael nodded and kissed her forehead. "Of course, babe. Where do you want to take the wedding photos?"

Isabella tilted her head, then shook it. "I don't know. I want something special, not just green screens or around this city. I'm tired of the same old sights."

"Then we'll go on location-snow-capped mountains, grasslands, rivers. We'll capture the most beautiful places in the world. How does that sound?" Michael asked, looking down at her.

Isabella's eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly. "I think it's a great idea. Let's travel the world and take photos."

"Okay, babe, I'll remember this promise! But first, let me finish cleaning you up so you can get some sleep." Michael kissed her forehead again and continued to wipe her down.

This time, Isabella didn't cry; she looked genuinely happy.

After Michael finished wiping her down, he started to help her remove her makeup.

Isabella had planned to do it herself, as it involved a whole skincare routine. But Michael surprised her by skillfully removing her makeup and applying the skincare products.

"How are you so good at this? Many women can't even do it as well as you," Isabella said, looking at him in amazement.

Michael smiled proudly. As the boss of a cosmetics company, he knew these things well.

"I learned by watching videos. I guess I have a knack for it. When I was watching those videos, all I could think about was you, so I picked it up quickly." Michael's words made Isabella feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

"Well done. When I'm less busy, I'll reward you properly." Isabella winked and then snuggled under the blanket to sleep.