Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 238 - 250: The Poisonous Mango (19)

Chapter 238: Chapter 250: The Poisonous Mango (19)

Percy Stanton turned his head irritably, glanced at Isabel Smith, and started the car directly.

Isabel Smith looked at Percy Stanton’s persistence, her face turning red with embarrassment. Hesitantly, she finally spoke up, "I...that relative has arrived."

Percy Stanton didn’t react right away, and looked at Isabel Smith with a frown. With a bad tone, he said, "You’re already feeling so uncomfortable. Why are you in such a hurry to go back to see your relative!"

Isabel Smith’s face turned even redder, as if blood was about to drip down. Of course, the relative she mentioned wasn’t a real one. She thought that by saying that, he would understand. But he actually thought she was going to see a relative. Isabel Smith looked around anxiously, and in desperation, she turned to Percy Stanton, who was focusing on driving. Slightly raising her chin, she said in a tone infused with her unique pampering and arrogance, "Oh, Percy, are you stupid or not? I already told you that the relative has arrived. How can you still want to take me to the hospital!"

Percy Stanton’s body trembled as he turned to look at Isabel Smith.

Although the woman seemed to be in pain and her face was pale, her eyes still had an indomitable pride that couldn’t be concealed. It was as if she was really in a hurry, and her lips were impatiently pursed.

Isabel’s expression instantly brought Percy Stanton’s memory back to that early morning over six years ago. As she arrogantly walked past him, she spoke in the same annoyed tone using harsh words, accusing him of being so nagging for a five-dollar bill that he deserved not having a girlfriend!

In the blink of an eye, years had passed, and when they met again, she was still Isabel Smith. But the arrogance and pampering of the past were gone, replaced by a courteous and generous demeanor.

Putting it bluntly, many people might find the current Isabel Smith far more charming than the one from years ago.

But what he saw in her was more pain and heartache.

He could tell that although Isabel was now so composed and well-mannered in front of others, she was not happy at all.

He had experienced her unruly temperament and reckless spirit deeply ingrained in her bones.

At just eighteen years old, she had the audacity to use words like "first kiss" and "first night" and even shamelessly kissed a man.

Such a woman with mental illness, who had become a sophisticated and elegant wealthy young woman like a goddess, how could she be happy?

How could a wilful girl who thought the whole world revolved around her possibly be happy when she was now revolving around others and making compromises?

The real Isabel Smith didn’t care about anyone.

After Isabel finished speaking, she realized that the man beside her was staring at her with an unpredictable gaze.

The brilliance in his eyes was so complex that Isabel Smith felt a little guilty. She realized that her words just now were too pampered, so she drew her lips together and turned her head to look straight ahead, saying, "I’m having my period, I don’t need to go to the hospital."

That imperious Isabel Smith just now seemed like an illusion, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

A hint of loss flickered in Percy Stanton’s eyes as he still stared at Isabel Smith’s profile. His face didn’t show much emotion, but his eyes gradually turned melancholy and indifferent.

Isabel Smith felt uneasy under his gaze and didn’t dare to move. At first, she would turn her head to look at him occasionally, but now, she didn’t dare to look at him anymore. She even felt uneasy sitting under his gaze, and in the end, she could only start to play with her fingers.

After an unknown amount of time, Percy Stanton finally drove the car slowly towards the Apartment. The car’s navigation system kept reminding them that they had taken the wrong Road, saying that they needed to make a U-turn at the front to head to Southwales Hospital.