Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 131 - 143: It’s easy to avoid open flirtation, but difficult to guard against hidden cheapness (4)

Chapter 131: Chapter 143: It’s easy to avoid open flirtation, but difficult to guard against hidden cheapness (4)

Isabel stayed in the restroom for a long time before coming out. She saw Percy still standing in the same posture by the bed, not leaving. She hesitated at the bathroom door for a moment, wondering if it was because of seeing Elijah yesterday afternoon that she felt a strong sense of powerlessness from the bottom of her heart and didn’t want to face Percy with the attitude that a mistress should play.

She pursed her lips and then lowered her eyes, walked to the bed, lifted the quilt and lay down.

The bed was large, and Isabel was not short. On ordinary days, she appeared proud and elegant, giving people a strong sense of presence. But at this moment, she lay on the bed, curled up, looking small and fragile, which made Percy’s heart ache.

He didn’t know what had happened to her. Although she seemed to be pretending and pretending that everything was fine, he could still see that she seemed to be upset.

What does it feel like to love someone?

Percy used to think it was longing, because when Isabel was not in front of him, all he could do was sink in the endless thoughts of her.

But now, Percy felt empathy instead. Seeing her sad made him even sadder. No one knew how much more miserable he was, so miserable that he wished to take her place immediately.

Percy stood by the bed for a long time before lifting the quilt and lying down, stretching out his arm and pulling Isabel into his embrace. Subconsciously, Isabel thought that Percy wanted to do something to her. She tensed up but didn’t refuse, choosing to submit with her eyes closed.

Percy stared at her face for a while, and in the end, his heart filled with an oppressive feeling. It was his idea to make a contract, and she had played the role of a lover to the fullest, without any flaws. But at this moment, he wished she would say to him, "Percy, can you please not come tonight?"

He knew it was a vain hope...

Percy sighed softly, then reached out to hold her in his arms, and closed his eyes.

Isabel waited for a long time but didn’t sense any movement from Percy. She couldn’t help but lift her eyelids, only to see the man holding her, eyes closed, breathing evenly, as if he were sound asleep.

The man’s eyelashes were long, and his face was close to hers. His tall nose touched her hair, and his warm breath blew on her hair, some of which fell on her ear, tickling but comforting.

This was the second time Isabel had been held like this, lying quietly. The first time was six years ago, in the hospital with little Marion Hancock. That night she slept soundly, unaware of the peaceful scene of a man and woman sleeping together and how it would feel. But at this moment, she realized that it was such a warm feeling.

Isabel’s heart gradually calmed down, and her breathing was filled with the refreshing and pleasant scent of Percy’s body, which acted like a hypnotic to her, slowly closing her eyes and falling into dreamland.

Percy waited until Isabel’s breathing fell into a quiet and gentle rhythm before his long, curled eyelashes trembled twice and slowly opened his eyes, staring at the sleeping Isabel in his arms.

The woman’s face looked slightly better than before, no longer paper-pale. Her lips were slightly pursed, with a touch of soft stubbornness, lacking the arrogance and nobility she had when she was awake. At this moment, she looked like an innocent girl, with an unexpected tenderness on her delicate skin.

Percy stared at Isabel’s peaceful sleeping face for a long time before gently lifting his hand from her waist and slowly stroking her cheek, brushing away the strands of hair on her face.