Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 162 - 174: I’m Responsible for Her Life (15)

She had seen Percy truly lose his mind once, on the night she and Henry Maxwell were together, when he had rammed his car into Henry’s. At that time, she found Percy to be a stranger.

But at that time, Percy had clearly shown an angry expression.

Now, however, this Percy had a calm expression on his face, looking no different than usual. Even in such a lamp-lit, glass-decorated private booth, his demeanor appeared to be tinged with tenderness.

Yet there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, looking down on her.

This kind of Percy made one feel breathless.

Finally, when Percy stood in front of her, Isabel dared not even take a breath. She instinctively felt a heavy oppressive feeling enveloping her body, making her tremble uncontrollably.

Percy stared into Isabel’s eyes, slowly leaning over. Isabel’s fear made her body shake, and suddenly Percy extended his hand. She subconsciously closed her eyes for a moment, then heard a "hiss" sound.

Isabel instinctively opened her eyes and followed the sound, seeing Percy grab the curtain behind her and forcefully pull it down.

His action seemed extremely violent, and before anyone could react, Percy wrapped the torn curtain around Isabel’s body.

In a few swift motions, her shattered clothes were securely covered.

Then Isabel understood the meaning of Percy’s actions just now. She was stunned for a moment, and a layer of indescribable emotion surged in her heart.

Percy gently raised his hand, lifted Isabel up, hooked his arm around her waist, and abruptly pulled her into his embrace.

Isabel’s head instantly leaned against Percy’s chest, and she could hear the rapid heartbeat of the man, strong and powerful.

Compared to the close call she just had with those men, she felt more like she was in a dream at this moment.

In the dream, she was alone for six years, experiencing both parents’ deaths, carrying a child for ten months, separated from her child, and feuding with her siblings... No one had ever given her a warm and solid support amid all these sad and tragic memories; she had always been alone.

But now, after she had nearly been gang-raped, someone had given her a warm embrace.

What was this if not a dream?

Caught off guard by such an embrace, Isabel was deeply moved, so much so that she became rooted to the spot.

So moved, she didn’t know where to place her hands, just staring blankly as Percy held her, then her body suddenly began to shake violently.

Feeling Isabel’s trembling, Percy’s heart ached. He did not speak but simply lifted his hand, stroking her hair over and over again, his movements gentle and affectionate, seemingly like a completely different person compared to his menacing demeanor just moments ago.

To Percy, everyone else in the room seemed nonexistent.

He held Isabel for a long while, feeling her shaking slowly subside. It was only then that his heart, which had suddenly soared upon receiving a phone call from his brother-in-law in the car, and hearing that she was trapped in the private booth and nearly violated, began to calm down bit by bit.

At that time, he even felt like it was a hot summer day with snow falling.

Although he told himself clearly that after meeting her again, he would win her heart, he would hold onto her love and not let go, and he would make her his woman for life, taking responsibility for her whole life no matter what.