Chapter 84

Scarlett made her way up to the second floor and paused outside Michael and Isabella's room.

Just as she was about to knock, she hesitated. She needed a solid reason to disturb them.

Then, she thought she heard a scream from inside. She frowned and pressed her ear against the door.

Isabella's voice came through. "Stop it. Don't touch me there. I haven't showered yet."

"You smell great even without a shower. Remember what we talked about in the car? Don't you want to see how good I am?" Michael's teasing voice followed.

Scarlett then heard playful scuffling and Isabella's laughter from inside.

Scarlett clenched her fists. She had no reason to knock now. If she interrupted Michael, he'd definitely be pissed.

Scarlett stormed downstairs and saw Lucas lounging on the couch, playing with his phone.

She walked up to him and ordered, "Go find Michael and ask him what he wants for dinner."

Lucas shook his head. "Nope, not doing it."

"Are you going against me?" Scarlett frowned, clenching her fist.

Lucas rolled his eyes. "You just came down from upstairs. Why didn't you ask him yourself? Clearly, Michael's doing something that bothers you. What could a married couple be doing? Even an idiot could figure that out."

Scarlett raised her fist angrily. "Aren't you afraid I'll hit you?"

Lucas shrank back but then straightened up, saying defiantly, "If I interrupt Michael and Isabella, Michael will definitely beat me up. His punches really hurt. But I can still handle yours."

Furious, Scarlett swung her fist at Lucas, who quickly dodged.

"I can see it plain as day. You're just jealous that Isabella took Michael away. Michael doesn't like you. He's married now. Why can't you let go? Just because I'm young doesn't mean I'm stupid," Lucas shouted while dodging Scarlett's attacks, covering his head.

"You little brat, I'm going to kill you!" Scarlett's face turned red with anger as she grabbed a cushion from the sofa and threw it at Lucas.

"I'm not fighting with you. I'm outta here." Lucas quickly ran out of the villa, found his blue sports car, and sped out of the estate.

With no one left to vent her anger on, Scarlett sat on the sofa, crossing her arms and fuming.

'If only I could get rid of Isabella. I can't believe that my years with Michael mean less to him than that woman!' Scarlett thought, narrowing her eyes.

Soon, Scarlett came up with a plan. Given the local geography, she could easily get rid of Isabella.

Meanwhile, Isabella was blissfully unaware of the plot against her. She was enjoying a sweet moment with Michael.

Isabella nestled in Michael's arms, her upper body bare, wearing only a pair of shorts.

Michael's hands roamed over Isabella's smooth skin, then slipped into her shorts, caressing her perky buttocks.

Isabella's legs rubbed together restlessly. Her face was flushed, and the tingling sensation in her lower body made her want to spread her legs wide.

Michael smirked at Isabella's shy demeanor, but his smile quickly faded as Isabella reached into his pants and pulled out his penis.

Isabella felt Michael's penis harden in her hand. She stroked it up and down, then moved her fingers to his scrotum, gently fondling his testicles.

Isabella had taken biology classes in school and had a basic understanding of the male anatomy, but this was the first time she was fully exploring it. Even though she had already had sex with Michael once before, she had never touched his genitals with her hands.

Suddenly, Michael's face contorted in pain, and he grabbed Isabella's hand, pulling it away from his penis.

"Hey, Isabella, those two little balls have their place. Don't try to rearrange them, or I might cramp up and need a trip to the hospital," Michael said, rolling his eyes and tapping Isabella on the forehead.

Isabella's face turned a bit red, and she retorted, "Then you shouldn't have messed with my sleep!"

Michael gave Isabella a sharp slap on her butt, making her yelp in pain. A red handprint appeared on her buttock.

"You said you couldn't sleep well in this new room. So I suggested that if you get tired, you'd fall asleep quickly. I'm helping you, and yet you're complaining," Michael said, somewhat exasperated.

Isabella angrily pinched Michael's waist, causing him to grimace in pain.

"I thought you meant doing some exercises like yoga or sit-ups, not this!" Isabella said, her face flushed.

Michael's face broke into a sly grin, reminiscent of the first time he met Isabella. "Isn't this a form of exercise? And my dad has been urging us to give him a grandson. He's even starting to doubt my... capabilities. As my wife, shouldn't you help me prove him wrong?"

Isabella's face turned as red as a tomato. She looked down shyly and whispered, "But we can't just have sex on our first day here, and we haven't even showered. I feel sweaty and probably smell terrible."

"You're right. I don't smell good either. In that case, let's shower together," Michael said, suddenly picking Isabella up and carrying her towards the bathroom.

Isabella struggled in Michael's arms, her legs kicking in the air. "Put me down quickly. This is so embarrassing!"

Michael grinned mischievously. "We're already in bed together. Showering together will only bring us closer! So don't be shy. Let's get cleaned up and then go to sleep."

With that, Michael carried Isabella into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of playful laughter and splashing water could be heard, followed by clothes being tossed out-first the outerwear, then the underwear.