Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 245 - 257: Unintentional Care and Concern (6)

Chapter 245: Chapter 257: Unintentional Care and Concern (6)

After saying that, she felt her once-wealthy self had become so barren. She couldn’t tell if it was melancholic or sad when she blurted out, "Percy, do you know? I haven’t received a birthday gift for many years."

It was like a knife mercilessly thrust through Percy’s heart.

Causing his heart to bleed profusely, horrific and pitiful.

In waves of unbearable pain.

It was heartache.

With just a word, a gesture, a look, an expression, or a reaction, she could easily make him throw down his armor and surrender.

She was the one who provoked him six years ago, broke their date and left, and the one who variously wronged him. He should hate her, resent her, but now... he found that the resentment seemed trivial.

Do you know it?

In one’s life, you’ll meet someone whom you can’t bring yourself to hate, can’t be cruel to, the only uncontrollable feeling towards them is irresistibly aching for her.

All the pride that was higher than the sky seemed unworthy at this moment.

Percy thought, love is love, regardless of right and wrong. He only wants this woman by his side, as happy as those women on Main Street, living a simple life.

Some things are no longer important, whether she really forgot or pretended to forget.

What matters is that she is still by his side now.

Like when she jokes, he treats it as true.

When she casually asks for this necklace key, he gives it to her without hesitation.

Perhaps she didn’t believe what he had just said, not knowing that behind the necklace lies wealth that can rival nations.

He admits, he was a little despicable for not telling her the truth behind the necklace, but would she still want it if she knew so much wealth was hidden behind?

When you truly fall in love with someone, you’d know that you want to give them all the wonderful things you have.

How could he not give it to her when she finally asked for it?

What about wealth that can rival nations? What about the wealth accumulated over several generations?

All these things can’t compare to her place in his heart.

Because in this world, there is no one else that would make him smile involuntarily when looking at her, or feel like protecting her in every way. Percy slowly raised his hand, gently caressing Isabel’s hair. His touch was gentle and warm, like cherishing the most precious jewel in the world.

Isabel suddenly opened her eyes wide, looking at the bottom of Percy’s eyes with a hint of surprise. She couldn’t help but call out softly, "Percy?"

Percy continued to gaze intently into her eyes. His hand rested on her eyelashes, as if to touch without touching, and after a while, he slowly hooked his lips to speak to Isabel. The tone was tender and hoarse, causing Isabel to tremble, "Isabel, I admit it, I lost - "

He stared at her, black and deep eyes rolling with a unique emotion, carrying a scorching hot temperature, giving Isabel an unprecedented unfamiliar feeling.

His eyes were very beautiful, not too big or too small, as if they were the perfect artwork in this world. A little smaller would make them less beautiful, a little bigger would make them less stunning.

His emotions paired with his eyes seemed just right, slightly more intense wouldn’t be shocking enough, and slightly shallower wouldn’t be deep enough.

The distance between them was a bit close, his breath, carrying his unique fragrance, sprayed upon her face, stirring up waves of intense agitation, causing her to struggle to breathe.