Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 687 - 705: Go ahead and please Isabel Smith (8)

Chapter 687: Chapter 705: Go ahead and please Isabel Smith (8)

Percy Stanton paid no attention to Isabel Smith’s voice. Instead, he raised his hand and gently lifted her long hair, viewed the raw, reddened patch on her neck that had been scalded by the medication. He understood everything instantly, frowned, gently touched the spot, and asked with unbounded remorse, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Isabel responded immediately without any hesitation.

Percy became even more guilty at once.

Only then did Isabel give a faint smile: "But, it doesn’t hurt now."

Percy still sincerely apologized to Isabel: "I’m sorry, what happened at noon wasn’t intentional."

She stopped being angry a while back, but seeing his sincere apology now, a hint of sweetness emerged in the bottom of Isabel’s heart.

Unfazed, Isabel rubbed her neck and said, "It’s fine, it will heal in a few days."

Percy gently traced his fingers over the reddened patch of Isabel’s burned skin. It wasn’t a severe burn, only a bit red. He looked at Isabel’s bright eyes and beautiful face, then after a long time, gave a low word of apology in a regretful tone, "Sorry." He then got up, walked aside and pushed the call bell.

He asked for a tube of burn ointment when the caregiver arrived.

After the ointment was delivered, Percy sat on a dining chair, pulled Isabel in front of him, dabbed the ointment onto his finger and carefully applied it to her burn.

Percy was very focused with applying the ointment. The cool medicine, combined with the gentle pressure of his fingertips, was as if he was dealing with some crucial task. His serious look made Isabel couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Percy, baffled by Isabel’s laughter, stared into her eyes while applying the ointment, and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Isabel surely won’t tell him that she was laughing at him being silly, so she kept her eyes down and didn’t speak, but the smile at the corner of her lips was noticeable.

Seeing Isabel’s sweet and radiant face, Percy felt a soft tickling sensation at the bottom of his heart. After he finished applying the ointment, he couldn’t resist pulling her into his arms. He gazed at her eyes for a while, then suddenly bent over and kissed her lips.

Ever since he got injured until now, he hadn’t been this intimate with her, so this sudden passionate kiss made him nearly faint. His arm around her waist tightened reflexively.

Raymond Thompson was sound asleep and the room was eerily quiet, with only the faint noise of their intertwined lips and the increasing heartbeat rhythm accompanying the scene.

The kiss went on for a while until Isabel was almost out of breath. Reluctantly, Percy let go of her. Isabel nestled in Percy’s arms, panting lightly with her face slightly flushed. Observing this, Percy was overwhelmed by desire. He bent over, near her ear, whispered softly, "Isabel, could you help me out?"

Isabel knew what he meant by saying this, so she blushed and nodded. She got up and accompanied Percy to the bath room.

...

Having not done it for a while, coupled with his injury, Percy felt weak when they finished. So much so that when they came out from the bath room and he got back into his bed, he was still gasping for breath.

Isabel nestled in Percy’s arms, listened as his ragged breathing gradually returned to normal. She then raised her head and said to Percy, "I need to go back to Raymond’s bed."

"Stay for a little bit longer."