Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 252 - 264: The Repeated Confessions (1)

Chapter 252: Chapter 264: The Repeated Confessions (1)

Isabel Smith lay on the bed, and before she could even quiet down for two minutes, she heard Percy Stanton’s footsteps approaching. She closed her eyes and began to moan in pain.

"Just a moment, it’ll be better soon—" Percy Stanton was comforting Isabel while he took out a painkiller and hurriedly poured a glass of water before coming back to Isabel’s bedside.

He put the water cup on the bedside cabinet, and with his strong arm, he propped Isabel up and put the painkiller from his palm into her mouth. Then he picked up the water, tested the temperature, and brought it to Isabel’s lips.

Isabel weakly drank the water and swallowed hard twice, still humming in pain as she lay back down.

"Hang in there a little longer, when the medicine takes effect, the pain will be gone," said Percy Stanton, lifting his hand and gently adjusting the quilt for Isabel, speaking softly to comfort her.

Isabel opened her eyes slightly, nodded at Percy Stanton, and noticed his bare, dirty feet when she closed her eyes again.

His feet were dirty, with a thin layer of dust on the soles, from when he had hurried to get the painkiller without wearing any shoes.

She never thought that such a graceful and dazzling man would go through this much trouble to get a painkiller for her, without any concern for his appearance.

Isabel moved her eyes slightly and saw that Percy Stanton’s gaze was filled with anxiety and concern.

Isabel suddenly felt guilty for pretending to have severe menstrual pain to avoid his confession.

But other than pretending to have menstrual pain to stop Percy Stanton, she didn’t know what else to do.

Love was a luxury for Isabel at this point in her life.

She didn’t return to her country for romance and poetic sentiments.

Her parents’ deep hatred had not yet been avenged, and her child’s whereabouts were still unknown, whether alive or dead...

Isabel closed her eyes as she thought of this and slowly suppressed the guilt and regret in her heart.

Perhaps because it was the first day of her menstrual period, Isabel seemed pale and weak from the blood loss, especially after the episode just now.

The humming sound in her mouth gradually quietened, and her breathing became somewhat prolonged, as if she were asleep.

Percy Stanton sat by the bed, staring at Isabel’s face for a while, before getting up and heading to the bathroom.

Isabel hadn’t fallen asleep; she had been listening to the movements in the bedroom the whole time. Only when she heard the sound of splashing water from the bathroom did she quickly open her eyes, lean over, and spit the painkiller capsule she had been holding in her mouth into the trash can by the bed.

She didn’t have menstrual pain, so she naturally hadn’t swallowed the painkiller and just held it in her mouth.

After spitting it out, Isabel quickly went back to the bed and lay down quietly in position.

About half a minute later, Percy Stanton came out of the bathroom wearing slippers. As a habit, he glanced at Isabel in bed and saw that some of her pajamas were exposed outside the quilt.

He clearly remembered that, before he left, her pajamas were all covered by the quilt; did she have a habit of kicking the quilt while sleeping?

Percy Stanton furrowed his eyebrows, walked closer to the bed, and casually lifted his hand to pull the quilt, covering Isabel Smith carefully.

The temperature inside the house wasn’t high as it was nearing autumn. Women tend to feel cold during their menstrual periods, so Percy Stanton carefully adjusted the temperature of the room.

The room was very quiet, and Isabel looked as if she were asleep. He sat by the bed, staring at her face intently. After a while, he lifted his hand and gently stroked her long hair.