Chapter 174

"Mr. Brown, that's the end of this quarter's report. Do you have any further instructions?"

The voice came from the phone.

Isabella then realized that the phone lying face down on the table had been on the whole time.

She thought he was just looking at the files on his computer, but it turned out he was in a voice conference on his phone.

Isabella felt a wave of panic.

She had just seduced Michael in front of so many people?

Luckily, it was a voice call and not a video call, otherwise, she would be too embarrassed to face anyone now.

Isabella's courage vanished instantly.

She just wanted to leave now.

But her body was firmly held by Michael, and she could only plead with her eyes for him to let her go.

She really didn't dare to seduce him at this moment. If she made any sound, her actions would be known throughout the Brown Group by tomorrow.

But at this moment, how could Michael possibly let her go?

He instructed into the phone, "Next department, continue with the report."

His cold voice carried no emotion, but who would have thought that he was doing whatever he wanted to her at that very moment.

His large hand lightly gripped her waist, and Isabella couldn't help but want to moan, but she held back in the face of the ongoing voice call.

Soon, the voice of the department manager reporting data came from the phone.

Michael seemed not to hear it, tightening his grip on her body and pulling her into his arms, his warm lips giving a faint warning in her ear.

"Don't make a sound, they will hear."

After saying that, his large hand moved up her thigh.

Realizing his intention, Isabella's eyes widened, but in the next second, she bit her lip tightly.

Michael, this madman, was touching her private parts.

And there was a voice conference with over a dozen people going on.

As the president, he was so bold to do such a thing openly.

Her body's reaction became particularly sensitive at this moment, and every move Michael made caused her to tighten up.

She thought he was just trying to take revenge on her, but Isabella never expected Michael to be so crazy.

He actually tore off her panties.

The small piece of fabric was played with on his fingertip before being thrown to the floor.

Isabella's face turned red, and she felt a sense of unease.

She wanted to get up and leave, but her wrist was grabbed by him, and her body was lifted and placed heavily on his already erect position.

"Ah!"

His huge size was hard and poked her painfully, bringing tears to her eyes.

But she forgot, the meeting was still ongoing.

For a moment, the room was silent.

Just when Isabella thought they had been discovered, the reporting voice on the phone continued, as if the phone had just lagged for two seconds.

Their voices were calm as if they hadn't heard anything or nothing had happened.

But Isabella knew that someone must have heard her voice just now.

She glared angrily at Michael in front of her, it was all his fault.

But at this moment, Michael had no other thoughts. Isabella had successfully seduced him, and now he just wanted to strip her naked and bully her hard.

In fact, Isabella was already wearing nothing but a thin silk camisole.

While Michael was still in his shirt and trousers, seemingly unaffected.

Only the hem of his shirt seemed to have a wet stain, like it had been stained with something.

Seeing what the stain was, Isabella's face turned red down to her neck.

It was from her body.

Michael's heavy breathing sounded in her ear, "Be good, help me undo it."

Her small hands were pressed against his cold belt, and Isabella realized what he wanted her to undo.

Isabella's eyes widened, he was crazy.

He wouldn't want to do it here...

But Michael didn't care, she had seduced him first, and now that she was in his arms, how could he let her go?

Her hands were controlled by him, undoing the belt and pulling down the zipper.

Just as Isabella's face turned red, her hands were pressed against his sprung-up huge object, and Michael's deep eyes signaled her to "move."

Isabella was momentarily frozen.

Then she saw Michael's mouth silently say, "Child."

Isabella was instantly a bit angry.

He was deliberately making her embarrassed.

Fine, wasn't it just being proactive?

She wanted to see if he really had no reaction at all.

Her small hands slowly gripped his huge object and moved slowly, until she saw a change in his eyes.

Isabella seductively stared at him, slowly moving her body closer, letting him watch as they perfectly fit together.

She bit her lip to keep from making a sound, but the flush on her face betrayed her.

He was too big, she couldn't fit him all in.

Finally, Michael's desire overcame his reason, and he couldn't help but frown and take a deep breath.

He reached out and turned off the voice conference, sweeping the obstructive files off the desk, and pressed Isabella onto the cold desk.

He just wanted to punish Isabella, who had made his body ache, and have sex with her right there.

But in the next second.

Isabella's voice came from below, "Michael, it hurts."

Michael's body tensed, and he saw Isabella in tears from the pain.

He nervously swallowed, "Let me see, where are you hurt?"

Isabella pushed him away, sitting on the desk with a resentful look, rubbing her ankle that had hit the edge of the desk, unable to speak from the pain.

Michael, this bastard, what did he think she was, pressing her onto the desk so hard, it was no surprise she got hurt.

Michael looked down and saw she was really hurt.

Her originally delicate skin now had a bruise.

He felt guilty, his mind blank.

Afraid of injuring her bones, he carried her to the bedroom to change clothes and went straight to the hospital.

When the doctor asked what happened, they both answered in unison.

"Slipped while taking a bath."

"Too hasty, didn't hold steady!"

It was late at night, and with the bath and not holding steady, the doctor naturally thought of another scenario.

After an examination, the doctor concluded.

"Don't be too rough during sex, it's easy to get hurt. This time it's fine, just apply some ointment when you get home."

Isabella's face turned red, glaring at Michael beside her.

It was all his fault, what nonsense was he talking?

As they left, the nurse on duty recognized them immediately.

She couldn't help but ask the doctor about it.

Nurse: "Isn't that Mr. Brown and Ms. Taylor? Weren't they talking about getting a divorce recently? What are they doing at the hospital so late?"

Doctor: "What else could it be? They were too rough in the bathroom, and one of them got hurt."

Nurse: "Wow! You mean they..."

Doctor: "Yes, just as you think. I don't know if their relationship is good or not, but I can tell you they won't be getting a divorce."

Nurse: "Why?"

Doctor: "Have you ever seen a couple about to divorce play so rough that they end up in the hospital?"