Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 376 - 390: Proposal Gift (24)

Chapter 376: Chapter 390: Proposal Gift (24)

In the short instant, a series of images flashed through her mind.

On the night she went to find Henry Maxwell, he drove his car straight into Henry’s, dragging her out and saying to Henry with an icy voice, "This is for the damage to your car. But this woman, I’m taking her—." At Smith Corporation’s Annual Celebration, he forcefully took her away and went and bought Red Flower Oil to apply to her injured foot. In the Magnificent Private Booth, when she thought she was doomed, he appeared suddenly. At Elijah Smith’s Birthday Banquet, when she was about to become the laughingstock of everyone, he gracefully showed up and danced an unforgettable waltz with her. And when she was about to die, he was the one who saved her, playing the piano for her in the revolving restaurant at the top of the Bellshire Grand Hotel, wishing her a happy Birthday.

There were so many memories about Percy Stanton— in her whole life, no one else’s memories could be as warm as his. Unfortunately, she now felt that those memories were becoming blurred.

A feeling of being deceived began to brew inside her heart. Even Percy’s face seemed alien to her.

Those investigation materials crashed her down onto the ground from the sky like a pair of hands, leaving her in utter despair.

Percy looked at Isabel without saying a word, gazing at her calmly, with no hint of emotion.

Time ticked away, and after a while, Percy’s calm face finally showed a trace of change. He lowered his eyes and walked up to Isabel. Bending slightly, he reached out to hold her hand.

But Isabel suddenly raised her hand, pushing his hand away, and quickly jumped off the sofa, retreating back two steps. Her voice was somewhat sharp, shouting, "Don’t touch me!"

Percy’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, and his lips tightly pressed together. He moved two steps closer to Isabel and raised his hand again to grab her hand.

Isabel forcefully threw off Percy’s hand again, "Percy, I told you, don’t touch me!"

Isabel had never had much patience, and had always been a pampered and arrogant person. However, due to the accident, she had learned how to disguise herself.

Now, her bottom line has been crossed and her anger had flared up like an inextinguishable flame.

She stared at Percy, who could still maintain his composure, and threw the photos she had been gripping at him.

The photos scattered all over the floor.

Isabel gasped for breath, glaring at Percy, and pointed to the photos on the ground, saying, "Who gave you the right to investigate me? Who am I to you? How dare you investigate my past? Do you have any idea what it means to respect someone!"

Isabel couldn’t tell whether it was her anger or her inability to accept the truth that made her tremble all over. She opened her mouth, looked at Percy, took two deep breaths, and slowly calmed down. Then she spoke in a calm but definitive tone, "Percy, you have no right to investigate my past. Moreover, my past has nothing to do with you!"

Percy stopped in his tracks, still not saying a word, his deep and beautiful eyes fixed on Isabel.

He knew full well that his actions had angered her, and perhaps her words were spoken out of spite. But the last sentence still hurt him deep inside.

You have no right to investigate my past.

My past has nothing to do with you.

No right... Nothing to do with you...

Helplessness and sorrow gradually surfaced in the depths of Percy’s eyes. He gazed at her and said, "Isabel, you clearly know that I didn’t mean that. The reason I looked into these things is because I wanted to understand you... "