Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 485 - 501: So It’s Him (6)

Chapter 485: Chapter 501: So It’s Him (6)

"No wonder I said Mr. Stanton was so eager to ask for our help. It turns out that his real intention was not the wine, but Miss Smith!"

"Miss Smith looks so graceful, with a beautiful face like a flower. The woman Mr. Stanton has his eyes on is indeed very pretty..."

"Come to think of it, Miss Smith and Mr. Stanton do make a good match when sitting together..."

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Percy Stanton just held a faint smile, listening to the flattering words at the wine table. He held Isabel Smith’s wine glass, tilted his head, and looked at her.

Isabel’s face became redder and redder, and she even felt a little restless. She couldn’t help but lower her head, avoiding everyone’s gaze.

The female waiter standing behind Percy walked up gracefully. As she bent down to pour wine for Percy, she deliberately lowered her neckline, revealing a fair half of her plump chest. While pouring the wine, she shyly glanced at Percy.

The soft smile on Percy’s face disappeared completely. He glanced at the wine bottle and noticed that the wine was pouring slowly, so he frowned and looked up, meeting the female waiter’s eyes.

The female waiter trembled, almost losing her footing, when her eyes met Percy Stanton’s beautiful, deep ones. She accidentally spilled some wine on his hand.

"Sorry, Mr. Stanton." The female waiter apologized hastily and quickly took out paper tissue to wipe Percy’s hand.

The female waiter’s every movement was accompanied by a strong perfume smell.

As her hand was about to touch Percy’s finger, he suddenly raised his other hand to block her, saying indifferently, "Miss, please step aside. The smell on your body is a bit disgusting. It drowns out the scent of my beloved woman."

The female waiter’s hand paused in midair, her eyes filled with grievance as she looked at Percy.

As if without a shred of sympathy, Percy slowly lowered his blocking hand, leaned back leisurely, and continued, "Miss, please step aside. You’re blocking my view of my beloved woman."

Tears welled up in the female waiter’s eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but ultimately said nothing, hanging her head and stepping back behind Percy.

Percy’s continuous mention of his "beloved woman" made the other men at the dining table laugh. Isabel’s face became even redder, her heart filled with an indescribable shyness and unease.

Percy’s warm gaze remained on Isabel. In front of him was a woman significantly shorter than he was, without her usual pride and disguise, her blushing face extremely beautiful, which made his heart flutter, unable to help indulging in several more drinks.

The dinner party lasted three hours before it finally dispersed. Everyone had been drinking, and it was not appropriate to drive back to Bellshire now, so they settled in the lounge behind Rose Manor.

The person in charge of arranging the rooms was a high-ranking official from the Bellshire area. He had heard Percy Stanton’s words at the dinner table and assumed that there was a profound relationship between Isabel Smith and Percy, so he booked a room for the two of them.

When they returned to the room, Percy’s steps were a little unstable, his body swaying. At one point he almost tripped, but Isabel, who was following closely, quickly raised her hand and supported him.

Percy slightly tilted his head and glanced at Isabel Smith, who was much shorter than he was. Taking advantage of the alcohol, he couldn’t help but lower his head and gently kiss her cheek.

Several people who had followed them saw this scene and laughed knowingly.

Isabel only felt a slight numbness on her cheek, and then heard the low laughter. The redness that had slowly faded from her face climbed up again, and she couldn’t help but raise her head and glare at Percy Stanton.

However, her gaze did not make Percy feel the slightest bit intimidated. Instead, he pressed his weight onto Isabel’s shoulder even more forcefully.