Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 365 - 379: Proposal Gift (13)

Chapter 365: Chapter 379: Proposal Gift (13)

He washed and rinsed repeatedly, focused and engrossed, as if he were in his own world, doing his own thing, never intending to answer her questions.

This side of Percy Stanton was the first time Isabel Smith had seen it. Although Percy still looked as handsome and charming as ever, with a cold and indifferent expression on his face and a distant look in his eyes, Isabel could still see a trace of panic from the corners of his tightly pursed lips.

In her impression, this man, although not the epitome of wealth and beauty, was more than capable, at least able to bring her out of Magnificent’s power when she was in danger, and to rescue her from the King of Hell’s hands when she was on the brink of life and death. In his dealings with the powerful and influential nobles of Capital City, he always appeared calm and composed, neither bearing a lowly status nor being arrogant, but rather, more dignified and elegant than them.

Now, he was panicking?

Isabel herself could hardly believe what she was seeing. She watched Percy tirelessly washing the blood off the floor, and a strange ache began to rise in her heart.

Without thinking, she stepped in and went into the bath room, reaching out and turning off the shower switch with a "snap". Then she took the shower head from Percy’s hand, threw it to the side, grabbed his hand, and said, "Let me stop the bleeding for you."

Percy stood in place, motionless.

Isabel gave his hand a hard tug, then turned her head and met Percy’s gaze head on.

The light in the depths of his eyes was complex and hard to read. She frowned slightly and pulled his hand again, sounding gentler, "The wound needs some attention, be careful of infection."

She rarely spoke to him with such a gentle tone.

Percy’s long, beautiful hand held by Isabel hesitated for a moment. Then he lowered his eyebrows in silence and followed her out of the Bath Room.

Isabel led Percy to the sofa in the living room and made sure he was seated before turning to get a box of band-aids and a bottle of disinfectant from the storage cabinet nearby, and brought them to him.

Isabel knelt on the floor in front of Percy, taking his hand and pressing a cotton swab against his wound. When the bleeding stopped, she replaced the swab, dipped it in disinfectant, and applied it to his wound.

As if unperturbed by the pain, Percy showed no reaction, yet Isabel still softened her touch when disinfecting the wound.

After Isabel had cleaned the wound, she carefully applied a few band-aids to it.

With everything done, Isabel raised her head and gave Percy a smile, bending her lips and saying, "It’s best not to get your hand wet today; the wound will heal quickly."

She was kneeling in front of the sofa, looking up at him with a smile, her face looking much smaller than usual.

Her smile was beautiful, her brows and eyes curved, with two small dimples on the sides of her cheeks - his favorite smile in the world.

But at this moment, Percy’s mood became increasingly agitated as he looked at her smile.

He had ultimately overestimated himself. He had told himself not to care, but he couldn’t control his emotions.

The moment Isabel let go of his hand and was about to stand up, he suddenly grasped her hand, forcefully pulled her into his arms, and pushed her down on the sofa. He lowered his head and kissed her lips, impatiently removing her dress with one hand and unbuckling his belt with the other.

Feeling a chill at her waist, Isabel knew Percy’s intentions and turned her head sharply, saying, "Percy, it’s time for work!"