Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 342 - 354: Life and Death Hanging by a Thread (32)

Chapter 342: Chapter 354: Life and Death Hanging by a Thread (32)

Percy Stanton stood in front of the counter, occasionally nodding absentmindedly as he gazed at the ring. It seemed like he was listening to Miss Waitress, yet, he also appeared to have heard nothing.

Only after Miss Waitress had finished explaining all the details did she open the purchase order. Then, graciously, she proceeded with Percy towards the checkout counter.

In front of them was a couple. The man, with his arm around the woman’s shoulder, entered the password as he said, "Once you receive this ring, you’ll be my wife. Come on, call me ’husband’ now, let me hear it!"

The woman, with her arm around the man’s waist, called out "husband" with a radiant smile on her face.

The man, delighted, bent down and kissed her face twice before taking the receipt from the cashier and signing it.

Though the call of "husband" was not meant for Percy, the image in his mind vividly depicted Isabel Smith accepting his marriage proposal, marrying him, and calling him her husband. He wondered how that might look.

Would it be this straightforwardly sweet, or would it carry a hint of coyness?

Miss Waitress, who was standing next to Percy, feared he might grow impatient from waiting. Given that Percy had purchased the newly-released limited edition rings without even batting an eyelid, she lavished praise upon him: "Sir, your girlfriend is truly fortunate. You’re buying such an expensive set of diamond rings for her."

Percy, who rarely engaged in conversation with strangers or went shopping, understood that most accolades from salespeople tended to be insincere. However, this compliment from Miss Waitress resonated deeply within him. He flashed a small smile, retrieved his bank card, and responded in a seemingly restrained manner: "Is that so?"

"Indeed, sir. Given your exceptional appearance, I presume your girlfriend must also be an extraordinary individual."

The mention of Isabel softened Percy’s gaze. He merely paid the bill, collected the receipt, and, following Miss Waitress back to the counter retrieved his ring. Under her continuous reminders, he walked out of the flagship store.

...

At this moment, the traffic on the street outside had eased somewhat.

Percy started the car and drove slowly towards the Bellshire Grand Hotel.

Though the traffic wasn’t heavy, progress was slow. Percy would occasionally glance at the red velvet box on the co-pilot seat and carefully phrase his proposal. He wondered how exactly he should propose marriage to Isabel Smith?

Isabel Smith, marry me.

It seemed too simple.

Isabel Smith, I love you.

It appeared to lack sincerity.

Percy mused, a surprising feeling of nervousness welling up within him and he found himself laughing silently soon after.

Nervousness, a foreign feeling in his world, had become a real emotion. Although, when a child showed up unexpectedly on his birthday, he could remain calm and composed while carrying out a paternity test. Now, he was feeling nervous due to a marriage proposal.

Indeed, Isabel Smith was a fascinating presence in his world, making his emotional world increasingly satisfied.

How awful... A romance that sparked during a chance acquaintance; a love that took a long while to acknowledge deep inside, only to realize he had fallen deeper when he tried to hold onto it after reuniting.

It had deepened to an extent where he was constantly conceding.

Yet, he had no regrets, no grudges. It was both necessary and voluntary, and pleasantly sweet.

Percy watched the road ahead while trying to craft a perfect marriage proposal. Just as he had been pondering over this for a considerable amount of time, a bright idea suddenly dawned on him.