Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 306 - 318: Encounter at the Horse Racing Ground (20)

Chapter 306: Chapter 318: Encounter at the Horse Racing Ground (20)

Isabel Smith opened her eyes groggily, and the light in her eyes was somewhat confused. Her consciousness was still dazed, and she looked at Percy Stanton with a vulnerable and frightened expression.

Percy lifted his hand and gently wiped the sweat on her forehead, his fingers caressing her face.

The light in Isabel’s eyes gradually became clearer as she saw Percy’s stunningly handsome face under the dim yellow light.

She furrowed her brows and gently moved her eyes, realizing that she was in a warm and solid embrace, not falling into an abyss as she had dreamed.

However, the feeling of falling in her dream had been so real that her scared heart hadn’t calmed down yet. Her eyes still revealed some terror as she stared at Percy, breathing heavily.

"Had a nightmare?" Percy’s voice sounded particularly tender in the quiet night: "What did you dream that scared you so much?"

Upon hearing Percy’s words, Isabel felt slightly reassured. Then, her eyes reddened and she sniffed in a wronged tone, saying: "The cliff... I fell off a cliff..."

As she spoke, tears fell from her eyes like unstrung pearls, rolling down heavily.

"I kept falling, with no end in sight... I couldn’t stop..."

Percy raised his hand, wiped the shining liquid on Isabel’s face, and felt its coldness. His heart clenched, and his voice choked, "It’s okay, nothing happened, it was just a dream. Look, aren’t you fine now?"

In the quiet night, the person awakened by the nightmare was particularly vulnerable. Even though Isabel usually appeared elegant and strong, at this moment, she was like a lost little girl, unable to find her home, and her tears fell even more fiercely because of Percy’s coaxing.

Percy couldn’t wipe her tears quick enough, so he sighed, stretched out his arms, and pulled Isabel into his embrace. He gently patted her back, chuckled lightly, and then said softly, "Isabel, look at how old you are, and you’re still crying..."

Isabel didn’t stop crying at Percy’s teasing words, but instead buried her head deeply in his chest and continued to sniffle.

Percy remained silent, shifting slightly to avoid the wounded area on Isabel’s body, and tightened his embrace. Leaning his head to the side, he gently kissed her hair.

Isabel nestled in his arms and cried for a while before gradually quieting down. Like a person still traumatized, she looked up at Percy with a wronged expression and said hesitantly, " They were all standing on the edge of the cliff, watching me. They could have saved me, but not one of them did... No matter how much I screamed, Grandma and Evelyn didn’t move... Charlotte Green even mocked me..."

As Isabel spoke, her emotions became unstable again. In search of something reliable, she suddenly raised her hands and tightly hugged Percy’s waist, as if he were her only lifeline. Holding him tightly, she whispered, "I didn’t have a single person by my side, no one to help me, no one to care for me, all alone... That feeling, I was so scared..."

"Don’t be afraid, it’s over now..." Percy gently stroked Isabel’s back, soothing her panic: "It was just a dream."

"But it felt so real..." Perhaps she was truly frightened by the dream, as Isabel, who had always hidden her emotions well, forgot to be on guard. She lifted her head from Percy’s embrace, looked into his eyes, shook her head, and said in a gentle voice, "And... I’m actually all alone."

Isabel’s words pierced Percy’s heart, causing waves of pain to wash over him. Silently, he held her tightly in his arms.