Michael Lees suddenly stood up and grabbed her wrist across the table.
"You really need a lesson!"
Isabella Harrison blinked, "What do you want to do?"
"Make you remember!"
As he said this, he walked around the table and pulled her up from her seat.
Isabella clung tightly to the dining table, "Don't do anything rash... Ah!"
Michael Lees had already pulled Isabella Harrison into his arms, striding out of the dining room.
His steady steps hardly resembled those of a patient.
It was only when Isabella was placed on the bed in the bedroom, and Michael leaned down over her, that she panicked and pulled back a bit.
"You can't..."
"Your words don't count!"
Michael Lees reached to pull at her clothes.
"Can't we just agree that I won't eat leftovers next time?!"
"Let's count everything you've eaten before in this round!"
"You're unreasonable, making excuses to mess with me!"
Michael Lees snorted, "Hmm, you're right."
"You..."
