Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 265 - 277: The Repeated Confessions (14)

The "Isabel" he uttered was still as tender and lingering as in the past, but his tone now carried a sharp edge, making it seem chilly.

An inexplicable coldness crept up from the soles of Isabel’s feet straight to the bottom of her heart.

Isabel moved her lips, but found it difficult to speak and even felt that her breathing had become somewhat labored.

Time flowed by, second by second.

Isabel had no idea how long it had been, perhaps just a few short minutes, but it felt as if an eternity had passed.

The next moment, Percy Stanton, who had been silent on the other side of the mobile phone, spoke again in an even tone, "Isabel, why won’t you answer my question?"

A surge of anger rose quickly from the depths of Percy’s heart. Without waiting for Isabel to reply, he asked again, "Isabel, I am asking you one last time: why did you lie to me?"

Isabel had never thought that she would be so unlucky to be caught lying by Percy.

In fact, she was usually quite articulate, but now, facing the man’s pressing questions, she could not think of a good explanation for a while.

Although the room was pitch black, lit only by the faint blue light emitted from the mobile phone screen, Isabel could see the sharp and direct gaze in Percy’s eyes, along with a layer of resolute determination closing in with every step.

Isabel Smith couldn’t help but lower her gaze, avoiding Percy’s eyes. She moistened her lips, considered her words carefully, and explained, "I thought that if you came to see me, it would only be for sleeping together, and since it’s getting late, I thought it might be better to do it tomorrow."

This kind of explanation, coming from the woman who had been avoiding him for a full Seven Days and lying to him, fell gratingly on Percy’s ears.

The flames of anger that were already present ignited with a rush. Percy was furious to the extreme, but he looked at Isabel and smiled, his smile cold, and his words light, making Isabel somewhat afraid, "Is this really what you think in your heart?"

"Isabel, has our relationship always been a transaction to you, nothing more than a physical entanglement without any other connections?"

All these days, he had been good to her, and she could see and feel it, which was why she had thanked him at Elijah Smith’s birthday banquet.

She didn’t remember him from six years ago, but he didn’t care anymore. All he wanted was for her to stay by his side.

But after all his efforts, they were still stuck in the same place.

For a moment, Percy didn’t know what to say next; he just felt exhausted.

He would never forget the feelings she gave him during these Seven Days.

He had never felt her so distant as he had during those Seven Days.

Although he had once missed her deeply for six years.

He felt he should do something. His heart was a mix of pain and chaos, the anger threatening to burn him to ashes.

Percy stared at Isabel in front of him and the corner of his lips moved slightly before he reached out, grabbed her wrist fiercely, and took her with him towards the bedroom.

Isabel was startled by his sudden action and instinctively tried to pull her hand back.

"Percy, what are you doing?"

Anxiety suddenly rose in Isabel’s heart, and she couldn’t help but blurt out the question.

Percy paid her no heed, merely giving her a hard tug, pulling her into his arms, and stretched out one hand.