Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 817 - 835: Mom, mom, mom! (5)

Isabel almost laughed, but tried hard to maintain a serious face, turning her head to ask, "Percy, are you going to drive or not? If you’re not leaving, I’ll get out and take a taxi to pick up Raymond."

Percy just looked serious and continued to stare at Isabel, still bothered.

The next second, Isabel opened the car door, got out of the car, walked to the roadside, and hailed a taxi. As she got in and drove away, Percy didn’t make any move to stop her.

As the taxi drove to the next intersection, Isabel’s mobile phone still didn’t ring in her pocket. At that moment, she realized that this time, Percy might actually be very upset. So she said to the taxi driver in front, "Master, I’m sorry, but I left something in my company. Could you please make a turn at the front road?"

"What did you leave?" The driver was from Bellshire, a bit of a talkative person, so he casually asked Isabel.

Isabel was silent for a moment, then said to the driver in front, "I left my boyfriend behind."

Upon hearing this, the driver’s expression turned very strange. He had heard of leaving wallets, keys, and various items behind, but never a boyfriend.

The driver tugged at the corner of his lips, looking at Isabel and saying, "Miss, are you playing with me?"

"No, I really left my boyfriend behind." Isabel pointed to the intersection ahead and instructed the taxi driver to make a turn.

Perhaps because the taxi driver saw how worried Isabel looked, he thought she was serious and increased the car speed. In less than three minutes, they returned to the ground floor of Smith Corporation. Isabel paid the fare and then hurriedly ran across the street.

Percy didn’t drive away, he was still parked in his original place, but his expression had turned very bad. Isabel opened the car door, got in, turned her head, and looked at Percy with a smiling face, "Percy?"

Percy turned his head away without making a sound.

Isabel reached out, grabbed Percy’s hand, and said in a coquettish voice, "Percy.." Then she raised her eyelids and sneaked a peek at Percy, whispering, "I’m not refusing to give you status, you don’t know how much I’d like to give you status."

Percy’s expression improved slightly, and with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, he said, "Everyone can say nice things."

Isabel pouted her lips, leaned her head against the car window, and mumbled, "What is a nice thing? What I said is the truth. Do you think I don’t want to shout to the whole world that you are my boyfriend? I’m not that kind of person who loves to show off!"

Percy glanced at Isabel and was finally healed by her words "you are my boyfriend" and "show off." After all, if he wasn’t good enough, there was no need to show off, right?

Percy’s lips curled with a hint of a smile, and with a skeptical tone, he asked, "Really?"

"Yes!" Isabel nodded her head vigorously, then turned her face to the side with a smile in her eyes, looking at Percy and analyzing, "Think about it, if an ordinary person won a 100,000-dollar prize, they would definitely tell all their friends that they won. But if they won five million, do you think they would still go around shouting?"