Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 688 - 706: Go Ahead and Please Isabel Smith (9)

Chapter 688: Chapter 706: Go Ahead and Please Isabel Smith (9)

Percy Stanton pulled his arm back slightly and lowered his head, burying it in Isabel Smith’s hair, taking in her scent as he slowly closed his eyes, seemingly meditating or nodding off. After a long time, his lips brushed against her hair and he spoke softly, asking the question that had been on his mind all afternoon, "Isabel, where did you and George Vincent go today?"

Isabel raised her head slightly and, under the dim sleep lamp in the infirmary, smiled at Percy’s extraordinary face, "Why do you ask?"

"No... just asking," Percy lowered his eyelids and replied in a low voice.

After a while, Percy couldn’t help but ask again, "Isabel, what did you do with George Vincent for so long?"

So, Percy’s unhappiness this afternoon was because of this matter.

Jealousy stems from concern, and Isabel’s eyes suddenly turned dark and shiny. She looked into the depth of Percy’s eyes with a smile, "Why should I tell you?"

Percy instantly closed his mouth.

His expression also became somewhat gloomy.

Feigning ignorance of his dejected appearance, Isabel put her head back into Percy’s arms and secretly waited inside her heart.

She thought that Percy would definitely ask her again without giving up.

Just as she had anticipated, in under half a minute, Percy’s deep voice came again, "Isabel, are you really going to marry George Vincent?"

The corners of Isabel’s lips rose instantly. She stayed in Percy’s arms for three minutes, then raised her head and looked at him, "Actually, I was planning to talk to you about this too. Since you brought it up, let’s just make it clear now."

Percy pursed his lips, not speaking.

With a deep smile, Isabel spoke again, "Percy, I’m really touched by everything you’ve done for me..."

Percy’s heart seemed to be tightly gripped, as if being rejected. He swallowed, his voice sounding somewhat strained as he interrupted Isabel, "And then..." he paused, and continued with some difficulty, "Are you going to reject me?"

"Then, I’m prepared to love you."

The night in the hospital is much quieter than in other places.

Isabel’s words were light and soft, like faint breathing amid the words, slowly drifting into Percy’s ears.

At that moment, the man felt as if he were hearing the sound of heaven, various emotions swirling in his chest.

Having said it once, Isabel felt that wasn’t enough and continued speaking softly, repeating her previous words, "Percy, I’m really touched by everything you’ve done for me, and then, I’m prepared to love you."

Percy’s body trembled slightly, his eyes becoming somewhat heated as hot tears rolled within them.

A confession... Who didn’t receive one in their lifetime?

But how many people can wait for the one they deeply love to confess their love to them in return?

What is the happiest thing in the world?

It’s when I love you and, coincidentally, you also love me.

Percy wanted to respond to Isabel’s words, but he felt various emotions choking him, making it difficult to speak. His eyes reddened from holding back tears, and he looked foolish, showing no reaction.

Six years later, Isabel confessed her love to a man again, shedding the insensitivity of her youth and replacing it with a more delicate, gentle touch that came with age. Her love was more intense and persistent after careful consideration. This kind of confession may not be as ostentatious as it was in her youth, but it was certainly more resilient.