Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 221 - 233: The Poisonous Mango (2)

Chapter 221: Chapter 233: The Poisonous Mango (2)

The colorful neon lamp light shone on his head, emitting glimmers like stars. His black suit bore the scattered rainbow-tinted light, making him look like the male protagonist in a movie making his entrance with special effects.

Such a scene, so perfect, yet so unreal.

Isabel Smith couldn’t tell if it was because the birthday party setting was too dreamlike or if it were because the man before her was too charmingly handsome. In this moment, she could hardly distinguish between dream and reality.

She felt everything around her disappear in a moment, leaving only the impossibly flawless man before her. With the charm equivalent to the male god of thousands of girls’ dreams, he slowly stood before her.

Percy Stanton looked down slightly, staring intently into Isabel’s eyes. In the reflection of her dark pupils, he saw the multicolored lamp light and an upside-down image of his own face. His gaze turned tender, the corners of his beautiful lips lifting up involuntarily, revealing a touch of youthfulness and stirring thousands of emotions.

He then slowly raised his hand, putting a white rose in his mouth, and reached for Isabel. With one hand, he grasped hers and with the other, encircled her waist.

The person managing the special effects music saw the scene and hurriedly played slow and melodious music.

As the smooth and beautiful rhythm sounded over the open-air lawn, Isabel came back to her senses. Seeing Percy’s handsome face up close, surprise flickered at the bottom of her eyes. Without asking a question, Percy gently led her into an elegant and slow dance turn.

Having studied ballet since childhood and further mastering social dances, Isabel had an excellent foundation, even winning first place in Bellshire’s social dance circles.

Even though she hadn’t danced much in six years, her body was more agile and lightweight compared to an average person. However, when Percy led her into their dance, she realized that the man before her had even smoother movements than her own.

In the past, when she danced, she controlled the tempo to sync with the music. But Percy danced with her spontaneously, without a specific tempo or emphasizing steps. Each pose and movement, including leading her by her fingers, exuded an elegant grandeur.

His movements were neither fast nor slow, not deliberately exaggerated but carrying a distinct charm.

His black suit, together with her blue skirt hem, formed a dazzling scene on the open-air stage.

All the attention from the crowd around them focused on Isabel and Percy’s dance. What should have been a simple social dance seemed to be transformed by the man into a dazzling whirlwind of lively and enchanting movements.

Even to the end, it revealed hints of seductiveness.

A handsome man and a beautiful woman, like a match made in heaven, their gazes intertwined without ever parting. He led her in their dance until the end, picking up speed. Though Isabel felt her strength gradually waning, the force exerted by Percy on her waist grew stronger, as if lifting her entire body. Instead of feeling tired, she found it increasingly easier and more enjoyable to dance.

Percy’s gaze remained locked on her. At the last segment of the music, Isabel was gently sent out with a spin and then quickly pulled back by another turn. She suddenly found herself back in his arms as he circled her waist. In that instant, everything fell still. Lowering his head, Percy gestured with the white rose in his mouth. Understanding his intention, Isabel opened her mouth to gently bite the stem of the white rose. Percy released her, guiding her into another spin, and then hooked her hand, swiftly whirling around.