Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 251 - 263: Unintentional Care and Concern (12)

Chapter 251: Chapter 263: Unintentional Care and Concern (12)

In her whole life, she had never been so nervous, feeling sorry for her poor little heart that was tossing and turning, never at peace for a moment.

She felt that if this went on, her heart would be in trouble sooner or later!

Just when Isabel was about to go crazy and couldn’t pretend to sleep anymore, Percy Stanton suddenly sighed softly and rolled off her, lying down next to her.

Isabel couldn’t quite understand what Percy was thinking, nor did she know what his actions meant at this moment, but her whole body was tense and on guard.

Percy lay next to Isabel, gazed at the ceiling above, his body filled with powerlessness.

He’s not a fool; he can understand her every move and what it means.

After all, his words just now were so direct and clear.

She knew he was confessing his feelings to her, but she was avoiding it.

What this represented, he understood too.

She didn’t want to hear it.

She was afraid that after he spoke out all his confession, she would not know how to refuse.

She didn’t want to accept him, so she had even forgotten to maintain her usual grace and poise, making excuses and playing dumb like a vivid deer.

Was it that she really couldn’t remember what had happened between them six years ago, or was she pretending not to remember?

Giving up like this... It’s really a bit unwilling...

Percy was silent for a moment, then slowly stretched out his hand, reached into the quilt, and found her hand after fumbling for a while. He held it gently, gripping it in his palm.

When Isabel’s hand was suddenly held by Percy, all her body hair stood on end, and her palms sweated even more fiercely.

Percy’s dry palm was quickly soaked by Isabel, his brows slightly furrowed, and he turned his head to look at her before opening his mouth and saying, "Isabel, you..."

Percy’s voice sounded seemingly calm, but it concealed a surge of deep affection, swirling in his words and diction.

Isabel didn’t know if it was her natural reflex, but as soon as she heard Percy’s emotional tone, her whole body couldn’t help but tense up, somewhat afraid to hear what he might say next.

Just now, Elijah Smith’s phone call interrupted them, and now, it seemed she could only rely on herself.

Isabel closed her eyes, her pupils rolling wildly for a moment, before she secretly bit the corner of her lips and pretended not to notice the various emotions contained in Percy’s tone. She hummed and interrupted Percy’s words. Then, without waiting for Percy’s reaction, she slightly shifted her body, curled up, and furrowed her delicate and beautiful brows, feigning a painful expression.

Percy had only said half of what he wanted when he heard Isabel’s painful moan. His face changed, and he immediately stopped speaking. He raised his hand, grabbed Isabel’s shoulder, and asked anxiously, "What’s wrong?"

"My stomach hurts so much..." Isabel said while quickly taking her hand out of Percy’s palm and pretending to press it against her lower abdomen. She looked to be in unbearable pain, clinging tightly to the quilt, pulling it hard into her arms. Her expression seemed to be twisted with pain, and she kept moaning softly in agony.

Isabel, afraid that Percy might not believe her, hugged the quilt, feigning a very painful look, and struggled twice on the bed.

Percy, facing a woman in such unbearable pain for the first time, felt somewhat helpless. After a while, he seemed to remember something, panicked, jumped out of bed, and hurriedly left Isabel’s bedroom without even putting on his shoes.

Percy ran all the way to his apartment, took out the key, trembling fingers unlocked the door, and without even closing the door, he rushed into his own bedroom, took out the medical kit, found the pain reliever, and rushed back to Isabel’s home in a hurry.