Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 81 - 81 93 A Bottle of Red Flower Oil (2)

Chapter 81: Chapter 93: A Bottle of Red Flower Oil (2) Chapter 81: Chapter 93: A Bottle of Red Flower Oil (2) Isabel Smith entered the Apartment and hurriedly broke free from Percy Stanton’s arms. She quickly took off her high heels, went barefoot, and turned around. Looking at Percy, who was still at the doorstep, she hesitated for a moment before asking, “Do you want to… stay the night?”

Percy hadn’t expected Isabel to suddenly ask him such a question. He was slightly surprised, but nodded imperceptibly, and let out an almost inaudible “Mm.”

“Then I’ll go take a bath first.” Isabel also nodded and without waiting for Percy to speak, went barefoot towards the bathroom.

Her feet were actually numb with pain. She had planned on checking her feet after Percy left, but he wasn’t leaving, so she could only wait until they had finished their business before checking her feet.

When Isabel came out of the bathroom, Percy had finished his bath in another bathroom. He was sitting on the sofa in the bedroom with half-drenched hair.

Limping out of the bathroom, Isabel saw Percy’s figure and immediately straightened up, walking steadily towards him.

Through the large glass wall in front of the sofa, Percy clearly saw the scene of Isabel limping out of the bathroom while curling her left foot. However, the moment she saw him, her steps returned to their usual nonchalant pace.

At that moment, Percy instantly understood the real meaning behind Isabel’s question at the doorway about whether he wanted to stay the night.

He had been puzzled about why she would suddenly ask him to stay, but it turned out that she just wanted to know how long she had to pretend her foot was fine.

From the beginning to the end, she never intended to let him know that her foot was injured.

It was understandable to put on a show in front of everyone at the banquet, but now that they were home with only the two of them, she still acted like nothing was wrong.

How far apart were they that she wouldn’t even let him know about something like this?

Actually, he understood that in her heart, he was no different from those people at the banquet, even though they had been intimate.

Isabel slowly sat down next to Percy. Her foot hurt, and she really wanted to quickly attend to Percy and hurry him out. So, she raised her hand, brushed back her freshly dried long hair, and asked, “It’s getting late, shall we go to bed early?”

Her words were reasonable and appropriate.

However, Percy read the urging in her tone and couldn’t help but sink his gaze. He subconsciously looked over at Isabel’s foot.

Isabel sensed Percy’s gaze following his line of sight. She saw her swollen left toe and discreetly hid her foot behind her leg.

It wasn’t that she cared about appearances and didn’t want Percy to know. Rather, her life took a complete turn when both her parents died.

At that time, she lost all the warmth and care she used to receive from those who loved her.

When she was in the United States, there was no one to take care of her and she was alone during her pregnancy. It was winter in the United States, and she had to undergo prenatal examinations amid the snow and ice.

It was then that she went from being dependent to becoming the independent individual she is today.

This independence gradually became a habit, an instinct.

Just like her foot injury tonight, she subconsciously wouldn’t think of relying on others.

Especially Percy, a man she only had a transactional relationship with. She never even imagined having much interaction with him.

She would be his mistress for a year, helping the Smith Clan rise from the ashes. Their interaction was limited to that, nothing else.