Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 324 - 336: Life and Death Hang in the Balance (14)

Chapter 324: Chapter 336: Life and Death Hang in the Balance (14)

This made Elijah Smith hesitate for a moment, then he nodded, "Okay," he stepped forward, put Isabel Smith’s slippers next to Percy Stanton’s feet, then raised his hand, took Ella Adams’s bag from Percy’s hands, turned around, faced Ella, and said, "Um..."

Elijah paused, then asked, "I’m sorry, what’s your name?"

"Ella Adams."

"Miss Adams, let me escort you home."

Ella Adams gave Elijah a polite smile, without saying anything further. Instead, she turned her head to Percy, waved her hand and said, "I’ll go ahead then."

"Alright, feel free to call me anytime if you need anything." Percy Stanton turned his head and spoke softly to Ella Adams.

Ella Adams responded with a simple nod, then turned around and went towards the elevator.

Elijah quickly followed a few steps behind her and, gentlemanly, he pressed the elevator button first.

When the elevator door opened, and Elijah Smith and Ella Adams entered, Percy Stanton then picked up Isabel Smith and went to her apartment.

Isabel Smith had left in a hurry, and Elijah Smith had closed the door behind him on his way out. Besides her nightgown, she had nothing else on her, let alone her house key.

Percy Stanton checked his pocket and realized his key was left at home. Although he wanted to retrieve the key alone, he was worried that Isabel Smith, who was intoxicated, might encounter an accident in the corridor. So, he simply just carried Isabel Smith to his place.

It was late in the night and Raymond Thompson had gone to bed. No one was in the living room. Percy had planned to find his key and then leave right away, he didn’t even change his shoes. He entered the apartment but then remembered the key was inside the windbreaker in which Isabel Smith had vomited, discarded inside the bathroom waste bin in his bedroom. Just the thought of smelling that stench of alcohol made Percy Stanton’s look darken. He casually set Isabel Smith on the living room sofa and headed straight to the bedroom.

Percy Stanton was slightly obsessive-compulsive. After retrieving his car key from the bathroom waste bin, he washed it under the faucet with hand soap for nearly half a day. Only after thoroughly drying the key with a tissue did he hurry out of the bathroom.

Isabel Smith had been waiting in the living room for a while. Not seeing Percy coming out, she stood up in a daze and headed towards the only open door—Percy’s bedroom.

Just as she entered the room, she collided head-on with Percy Stanton, who had just come out of the bathroom. The impact made Percy take a couple steps back before he managed to steady himself.

Isabel Smith’s head leaned against Percy Stanton’s chest. She foolishly raised her head, looking at Percy’s stunningly handsome face with her mouth open and gave a naive smile. Then she raised her head, pressing her lips against Percy Stanton’s once again.

Isabel Smith’s lips felt soft. As she pressed her lips against Percy’s, she even stuck out her tongue and lightly licked his soft, warm lips.

The kiss they shared in the corridor just now brought back past memories for Percy Stanton, which made him slightly absent-minded. However, right now, with Isabel Smith teasing him like this in the quiet of the night, his internal desire for her that could awaken at any moment, quickly flared up.

Percy Stanton could not hold back any longer. He parted his lips and embraced Isabel Smith’s tongue, sucking it into his mouth, passionately kissing her. His hands too moved following this rhythm, holding her head and slightly lifting her chin, lowering her neck for a passionate kiss.

Whether it was due to Percy’s kiss or the alcohol, Isabel Smith became somewhat bewildered and disoriented, unable to tell the four directions.

Her body gradually softened. Both of her hands tightly gripped Percy’s clothes to prevent herself from collapsing to the ground, but even then, her body still slowly slipped downwards.

Percy Stanton was not yet satisfied with the kiss. He turned around, holding Isabel Smith up against the wall.

With her feet off the ground, Isabel Smith, afraid of falling, instinctively raised her legs and latched them onto Percy’s waist, while her hands were tightly wrapped around Percy’s neck.