C1 Wrong Man

In a five-star hotel in S City was packed with famous people. Tonight was the engagement ceremony of Michael William, the son of William Enterprises and Isabella Ann, the second daughter of Ann Family!

"Michael...which room are you in?" Before the wedding ceremony began, Isabella felt dizzy and then left the banquet hall to pick up the phone.

"8607." In the phone, Michael's voice sounded cold as if he had suppressed his feelings and love for her in the past.

"Kate said you want to give me a surprise before our wedding?" Isabella's lovely dimples showed up on her blushing face. "... Are you thinking to make me yours? But for the first time, I'd like to keep it until we get married. We've been waiting for two years already after all."

"I'm not joking with you. Come up quickly."

Michael hung up the phone.

He couldn't wait to have her already?

Isabella blinked her eyes and thought, " I am only 19, but it doesn't matter, right? He will soon be my fiancé."

She loves him very much.

Isabella staggered along the corridor of the hotel. Her delicate and beautiful little face blushed because of tipsiness. She was wearing a short champagne-coloured Chanel dress, which showed her curvy figure that looks charming and lovely.

"It's strange. I didn't drink much..." She patted her forehead and her vision gradually blurred.

In the banquet hall, she didn't intend to drink at all. But just now, Mrs. Ann, her foster mother, insisted that she should have a drink with her guests.

Walking into the elevator, Isabella pressed the button for the 6th floor while feeling dizzy, but she did not expect to have accidentally pressed the 8th-floor button.

The 8th floor of the hotel is the floor for the VIPs.

Once leaving the lift, Isabella went straight to the room Michael said he was in. Yet, she couldn't tell 8 and 6 apart clearly. In front of Room 8807, she knocked...

"Come in." A sexy and charming man's voice came from inside.

His voice were strong enough to tempt her.

Isabella pushed the door open and walked in, laughing in a daze. "Michael, when did your voice become so deep? It just like you have a bass put in your voice. "

The room was not lit, but one could still vaguely see the luxurious furniture of the house, as well as the king-sized bed. It was a presidential suite.

There was a strong man's perfume scent in the room.

"Michael..." she moved forwards while leaning over the wall. Then, she collapsed on the big comfortable bed and asked, "Where are you?"

She felt a sudden heat that made her uncomfortable.

Isabella tugged at her clothes...

The sound of running water came from the bathroom. A while later, a tall figure came out.

In the dim light, the man was wearing a bathrobe. The muscle on the bare chest is vaguely showing with the water drops slipped down from his chest.

He was a breathtakingly handsome man.

In the dark, the man looked at the Isabella with his brown eyes, and his voice was beautiful and magnetic.

"Who are you?"

"Hot..." Isabella's tender lips were slightly opened. "I want to take off my clothes..."

After the glass of wine that her foster mother gave her, her whole body felt like it was heating up, and now her consciousness was getting more and more unclear.

The man tossed the towel that was used to wipe his hair aside and pulled her arm. "Get up, you're in the wrong room—"

"Michael... I thought you want me..." Isabella wrapped her arms around the man's neck and chuckled. "I'm here... You have to be responsible for me."

Isabella pulled him down, and he quickly held one arm out to support himself, yet he was still almost on top of her.