Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 338 - 350: Life and Death Hanging by a Thread (28)

Chapter 338: Chapter 350: Life and Death Hanging by a Thread (28)

A warmth spread through Isabel Smith’s heart at once, she handed her bottom line to Raymond Thompson immediately, "It’s okay, I can wait until next year. Then I can make a wish with Raymond, and we can start to make it come true."

Raymond’s face, which had been gloomy, suddenly blossomed into a brilliant smile. He reached out to hold Isabel’s hand, his eyes full of curiosity. "Sister Isabel, what is your wish?" he asked.

Percy Stanton was sitting across from them, watching the interaction between Isabel and Raymond, he couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle. He then appeared to be somewhat absent-mindedly playing with his mobile phone, but his ears perked up, listening intently to the light whispers between Isabel and Raymond.

"My wish is to find a man to start a family with. We don’t need to have a perfect family, but I do want one child to bring joy to our lives."

That was really Isabel’s wish.

Although she knew, for her at this time, this wish was far too extravagant.

But, a wish is called a wish because it is too extravagant.

Living, one always needs some fantasies to numb the cruelty reality brings.

"That man, he would be the best man in the world. He doesn’t have to be rich and noble, and he doesn’t have to be extremely handsome, but he will make me feel that the world has light. He will wear a white shirt and always keep himself tidy. Even riding a bicycle, he can show his charming style."

"He may not be able to give me a yacht, give me a luxury car, give me a luxury mansion, or take me to eat expensive French cuisine, but he will prepare warm soy milk and fried dough for me."

"Even he cannot cook delicious dishes, nor can he wash clothes. However, he will accompany me in the kitchen to make a mess of dinner. Even if it is burnt, he will eat it all. He will stay by my side to take care of me when I am sick. He will chat with you through the night when you can’t sleep. He will also accompany you, from your youth until your hair turns gray."

Perhaps because her heart was too warm this night, Isabel told Raymond, a five-year-old child, what she had in the bottom of her heart without any barriers.

Raymond was young and didn’t fully understand everything. He nevertheless pretended to understand, nodding his head at Isabel and asking his puzzled question, "What does it mean to go from black hair to gray hair?"

"It means you grow from being a child to being old." Percy, who had seemingly been playing on his phone, suddenly raised his head and gave Raymond the most straightforward explanation. Then, seemingly unintentionally, he let his eyes drift onto Isabel’s face.

Behind her were the melted night sky and the bright lights of Bellshire City. Her eyes were quiet and tender at this moment, gazing down at the plate in front of her as if lost in thought.

Percy’s gaze was fixed slightly. He was looking at her, and in his mind, he replayed what she had just said — slowly like slow-motion replays.

Then he thought, her requirements were really low. But the feeling behind each sentence was truly beautiful!

...

After finishing the late-night snack, Percy paid the bill and left the restaurant with Isabel and Raymond.

It was already midnight. As soon as they got into the car, Raymond draping tiredly in Isabel’s arms, fell asleep.

Isabel, as if infected by Raymond’s sleepiness, watched Raymond’s face for a while, then uncontrollably closed her eyes.

It was a quiet night, there were very few cars on the street. Percy drove at a smooth speed. Through the rearview mirror, he occasionally glanced at the two people who had fallen asleep in the back seat. His mind once again floated back to the words Isabel had just said.

"To find a man, to start a family with him, doesn’t have to have the perfect family, but does want a child to bring joy."

A man, a woman, a child....