The smile on Isabella Harrison's face was now openly displayed right in front of him.
Michael Lees' expression immediately darkened.
"Why are you laughing?" His voice sounded like it was squeezed out from between his teeth.
Being exposed by the man, Isabella decided not to suppress herself and let out a quiet laugh.
"I also gave Moon a bath yesterday..."
Michael paused for a second, his brow furrowed more deeply, "So last night, you used my towel to wipe it down, too?"
Isabella couldn't stop laughing in front of him.
"What else could I use to wipe it? Just look at it, see how pitiful it was during its first bath?"
The vein on Michael's forehead throbbed fiercely. Its pitiful state—what did that have to do with him?
"Isabella..."
Isabella gradually retracted the smile on her face, "Alright, alright, I'll compensate you. Don't yell at me..."
As she spoke, she pulled the towel from Michael's hand and continued to wipe little Moon's body.
