Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 243 - 255: Unintentional Care and Concern (4)

Chapter 243: Chapter 255: Unintentional Care and Concern (4)

Even though his face didn’t show much emotion at the moment, it was enough to make one’s soul topple.

For a moment, Isabel couldn’t help but stare at him in a daze.

Percy seemed to notice Isabel’s gaze, his eyelashes gently fluttering, his dark eyes slowly falling on her face.

Isabel had never gazed at someone so entranced before; when she made eye contact with Percy, she suddenly snapped back to reality, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Isabel rolled her big, dark eyes and shifted her gaze, but Percy continued to stare at her deeply, his eyes not moving at all.

His eyes exuded a deep light, like a bottomless abyss that irresistibly drew people in.

Even though Isabel didn’t look at him, she still felt as if his gaze had bore two holes in her body, her heart inexplicably flaring up with anger. She let out a soft, annoyed hum and turned her head arrogantly, her voice crisp and haughty: "Percy, do you think I’m especially beautiful?"

Percy didn’t expect Isabel to suddenly speak, and for a moment, he seemed stunned, his gaze fixed on her without wavering.

Isabel wasn’t shy, but instead playfully swayed her face from side to side in front of Percy. Then, she tilted her face at a 45-degree angle, unabashedly saying, "This angle is the most flattering, you know. If you want to stare, Missy here will let you have your fill for free."

As she spoke, her eyes conveyed an air of confidence that made her even more radiant and otherworldly. Far from seeming narcissistic, she exuded a unique charm that only added allure to her presence. Percy’s heart grew soft and fuzzy as he watched her, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He adjusted his lounging position slightly, his gaze fixated on her side profile, teasingly saying, "Isabel, is your face always this thick-skinned? Do your parents know?"

Isabel didn’t blush at Percy’s teasing, but instead cast a contemptuous glance at him before slowly reaching out her hand and unexpectedly slipping it into his pants, accurately touching his lower half.

Percy was startled, his whole body tensing up as he subconsciously tried to shy away from her touch.

But before he could move, Isabel had already grabbed his lower half, and within a few seconds, she could feel it growing larger and hotter in her palm.

Percy’s breath grew heavier, and he gritted his teeth, struggling to suppress his rolling desire as he warned, "Isabel, do you have a death wish?"

Unfazed by his warning, Isabel provocatively held his lower half, rubbing it lightly a few times. She could clearly feel it growing even bigger and hotter. She snickered and raised her brows, looking at Percy as she said, "Classmate Percy, getting aroused so easily just by seeing a woman - do your parents know?"

Even after six years, the way she called him "Classmate" still carried that same lingering languor, a flavor of soft-voiced Mandarin with a Hong Kong-Taiwan accent. He reached out, pulled her hand from his crotch, and pinched it playfully in his palm. Instead of becoming angry with Isabel’s shameless, rogue words, he felt a long-lost sense of nostalgia that made him relax and enjoy the moment.

Isabel slowly lay her head back on the pillow, her gaze falling on the necklace hanging from Percy’s neck. Unable to resist, she reached out, pointed at it, and asked, "This necklace looks quite nice, is it a couple’s necklace?"

Isabel had always thought that only a woman could pick out such a necklace.