Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 82 - 82 94 A Bottle of Safflower Oil (3)

Chapter 82: Chapter 94: A Bottle of Safflower Oil (3) Chapter 82: Chapter 94: A Bottle of Safflower Oil (3) Percy Stanton noticed all of Isabel Smith’s small movements, looking at her right leg and frowning slightly. Then, he lifted his head to gaze at her face, staring at her for a long while, long enough for Isabel to tense up. Eventually, Percy slowly turned away, picked up the water cup on the table, took a slow sip, and blinked at Isabel’s reflection in the beautifully framed mirror in front of him. His hand gripping the water cup tightened, and he put the cup back on the table with a “thud,” grabbed Isabel’s arm, pulled her up, and drew her into his arms. He reached out, lifted her chin, tilted his head slightly, and pressed his lips to hers.

Isabel didn’t dodge, obediently closing her eyes and allowing Percy to kiss her deeply and thoroughly.

Seeing her submission, the anger in Percy’s heart increased, and his originally gentle kiss became somewhat rough. He sucked intensely on her tongue, using so much force that the tip of her tongue began to hurt.

However, Percy saw Isabel only frown slightly; she didn’t avoid him or express pain. She kept her eyes closed, quietly enduring.

At the bottom of his eyes, a storm suddenly formed. Percy tore her body away and swiftly pulled her to the bed, pushing her down onto it.

Isabel’s eyes widened in shock due to Percy’s sudden aggression. Seeing the man’s gloomy expression, she shuddered slightly, her heart filling with fear. Nevertheless, she quickly regained her usual composure.

Percy knew that she was trying to play the role of a perfect lover, doing just enough to not show any resistance or disobedience to her Golden Master.

Such a lover must be what every Golden Master dreams of, but it wasn’t what Percy wanted.

What he desired was the real Isabel Smith.

The Isabel Smith he had met – slightly mischievous, direct, proud, and seemingly indifferent to others, yet able to easily touch his heart.

Percy tried to suppress the raging storm inside, staring at Isabel’s calm, unrippled expression for a long time before suddenly pressing his body onto hers.

Caught off guard, Isabel felt a surge of pain, and she instinctively clenched her fists, her body tensing up.

Percy admits that he did it on purpose,

because he wanted Isabel to feel pain and beg him for mercy.

Although it broke his heart, he bit his teeth and forced himself to continue.

However, although Isabel was clearly in unbearable pain and her whole body began to shake, she stubbornly held on, desperately trying to cooperate with him.

A sense of defeat rose within Percy, and with a flash of mockery at the bottom of his eyes, he continued to bite his teeth and carry on.

Isabel felt that the pain, like numbness, was drawn out and prolonged. In the end, it turned into a continuous ache, one wave after another. She wanted to struggle, to scream, and even cry, but she knew it wasn’t the behavior of a paid lover, so she silently bore both the pain and the hurt that Percy inflicted on her.

Isabel’s clenched hands had almost become one with her body. She was glad that she never grew long nails, otherwise, she thought, her tight grip might have dug her nails into her palms and drawn blood.

After enduring the torment for what felt like an eternity, Isabel finally felt some relief, her entire body relaxing. Her facial expression was no longer indifferently stubborn but flushed with a hint of intoxicating red.