Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 255 - 267: The Repeated Confessions (4)

Chapter 255: Chapter 267: The Repeated Confessions (4)

Percy Stanton, upon hearing these words, slammed the mobile phone in his hand onto the ground, creating a loud "bang."

Just then, an employee who couldn’t find Isabel Smith came to ask for Percy’s opinion. As he walked towards the office, he saw Percy’s aggressive stance and hurriedly retreated without making a sound. He found a senior employee and asked for Percy’s opinion again.

When the senior employee entered Percy’s office, it was unusually quiet. Percy sat calmly in his office chair, not moving an inch.

At this moment, Percy appeared indifferent and elegant, like a unique and silent landscape painting.

The senior employee cautiously approached Percy and respectfully spoke, "Mr. Stanton, regarding the cooperation with the Wood Company, they want to increase their profit by 5%. What do you think?"

Percy didn’t lift his head or part his lips; he only uttered a nasal "Hmm."

The senior employee didn’t quite understand Percy’s meaning. Just as he was about to ask again, the mobile phone on the table suddenly rang.

Percy glanced at the incoming caller’s name, and then straightened himself up and said to the senior employee who was standing aside, "You can leave first."

The senior employee silently left the room and considerately closed the office door for Percy.

Percy waited for the senior employee to leave before picking up the phone and pressing the answer key. Isabel Smith’s crisp voice came from within: "Percy, I forgot to tell you that Secretary Emille and I had something come up and had to step out. We probably won’t be back to the company before the night’s off work. If you have any work-related matters, just decide on your own."

"Alright, that’s it. I really have something urgent, so I’ll hang up now--"

Isabel Smith didn’t give Percy any chance to speak, and she hung up the phone with a sharp click.

Percy slammed the phone onto his office desk, lifted his somewhat restless hand to cover his face, and leaned against his office chair with his head raised, his eyes closed in fatigue.

He hadn’t slept well for five consecutive days. He could see her every day, but he felt an unreachable distance between them. His body was clearly exhausted to the limit, yet he didn’t feel the slightest desire to sleep.

He didn’t know how much longer he could hold on. Even the resolve he had made after confessing to her that day, which was never to give up halfway, had begun to waver.

If he confessed his feelings and all it brought her was difficulty, was that his goal?

Or, to put it another way, was the seemingly distant partnership between him and her what he wanted?

He had a wealth of wealth and power that others could only dream of for generations behind him. He could have easily forced Isabel Smith to stay by his side, or use the now languishing Smith Corporation to coerce her into marrying him, allowing her to live out her days with him.

He had thought of those twisted and domineering ideas in his heart, but when he considered that he would have Isabel Smith, but not her heart, how happy could he be?

Outside the window, the sky of Bellshire City was clear and chaotic, with blue sky and white clouds.

Yet Percy felt that his own heart was shrouded in dark clouds, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring.

...

Before they knew it, it was the day of Isabel Smith and Elijah Smith’s seven-day appointment.

That day, the weather in Bellshire City was not good. The sky was gloomy and oppressive, looking as if it was going to rain but never did, which affected people’s moods by making them inexplicably irritable.

Elijah Smith rarely visited the Smith Corporation, but everyone inside knew that he was the one and only grandson of the company.

Elijah Smith drove his Maserati sports car to the Smith Corporation building and parked it conspicuously at the main entrance before stepping out of the car.