Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 163 - 175: I’m Responsible for Her Life (16)

Chapter 163: Chapter 175: I’m Responsible for Her Life (16)

But, they had agreed that he would be responsible for her life. So, how in the end, did he end up causing her to be in that state?

If, if something were to happen to her...

At that time, the worst and most destructive idea surfaced in his mind: to do everything in his power, even sacrificing himself for her!

He was, after all, a man of few words. After such an incident and seeing Isabel safe and sound, he felt a sudden adrenaline rush in his heart as if he had a new lease on life after escaping death. Then, he spoke even less.

So, what he could do was to reach out his hand, pull her into his embrace, and give her a hug.

Even though she often acted arrogant and domineering, she was, after all, a woman. At this moment, what he needed to give her was not a thousand comforting words, nor tender loving care, but a hug.

Because at this moment, an embrace is the most beautiful language in the world.

Just like the most profound feeling is not a confession but companionship.

Percy held Isabel in his arms; his left hand still gently stroking her long hair, patiently and tenderly in every single stroke.

Isabel leaned against Percy’s chest, and though she couldn’t see his expression, she slowly began to let go of the tension and defensive posture that she had been holding.

Percy’s hand gently rested on Isabel’s neck, pressing her head against his chest. Yet, his gaze was completely opposite to the tenderness he showed her at that moment.

It was a bone-chilling coldness and a pervading murderous aura.

His sharp gaze swept across the few men who had been cornered by the police.

Despite the embrace that he gave to Isabel, filled with warmth and care, his expression held no hint of gentleness. Instead, a deep, dark, murderous glare emanated from his eyes.

Upon seeing this, the few men lowered their heads in terror. Accustomed to their carefree attitude, they had never been afraid of anything before, but at this moment, a chill rose from the bottom of their hearts.

Even the policemen standing to the side shivered in unison upon meeting Percy’s gaze.

The police chief had already asked Percy a question earlier but had received no response. Now hesitating in his heart, he looked at Percy’s seemingly unattainable aristocratic appearance and assumed that he was someone from the military district. Stepping forward, he smiled at Percy, who was holding Isabel, and asked again, "How should we deal with these people..."

Once again, the police chief only managed to get half of his sentence out before Percy stared at him fiercely, cutting off the rest of his words, which were stuck in his throat.

Percy had long been enraged beyond reason in his heart, but he didn’t want Isabel to see his anger. He struggled to control the surging violence within him, then suddenly bent down, picked Isabel up by the waist, and carried her out of the private booth without a backward glance at the people in the room, striding forward with purpose.

At this moment, Magnificent was still bustling with laughter and music, its opulence on full display. When the waiter and waitress saw Percy carrying Isabel coming toward them, they immediately stood aside politely and asked in a courteous, gentle tone, "Excuse me, sir and Miss, is there anything you need?"

Isabel, who was conscious of her appearance, buried her face in Percy’s chest, fearing that the marks on her face would be seen by others.

Observing her small movements, Percy’s expression only darkened further. His hand holding Isabel couldn’t help but tighten its grip, the knuckles turning white.

Percy carried Isabel straight out of Magnificent’s main entrance.

When he had arrived earlier, he had been in such a hurry that he hadn’t even bothered to find a parking space, parking the car directly in the middle of the driveway.