Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 95 - 107: I Don’t Know You Well (8)

Chapter 95: Chapter 107: I Don’t Know You Well (8)

Isabel Smith and Percy Stanton’s bodies trembled at the same time, and then they felt a current surging out quickly from where their hands overlapped.

Isabel instinctively wanted to shrink her hand back, but Percy instinctively held her hand.

Isabel looked up, and Percy looked down, their gazes colliding with each other.

The man’s eyes were very delicate, seemingly calm, and his deep gaze was somewhat charming. However, upon closer inspection, one would discover that beneath that calmness, there were surging waves of emotion.

Isabel felt that such a gaze was fatal, as if she could smell the scent of danger. She instinctively turned her head away, trying to pull her hand away, but Percy held it even tighter.

Isabel’s body tensed up, and before she could look at Percy again, he suddenly spoke, "Is your foot better?"

Isabel was dumbfounded, then nodded and let out a soft "yes."

"Remember to rub it with Red Flower Oil in the next few days and apply a hot towel to it," Percy said again, focusing on the topic of her foot injury.

However, this topic made the atmosphere within the restaurant become strange andambiguous. She couldn’t help but feel a wave of tension surround her. She pursed her lips, slightly embarrassed, and changed the subject to break the silence inside the room, "Thank you for last night."

Percy didn’t say anything, only gazing deeply at Isabel.

His gaze seemed cold, but it made Isabel feel a layer of heat that burned her eyes and made her entire body feel uncomfortable.

Isabel felt that Percy’s mysterious demeanor was fatal and difficult to understand, leaving her at a loss.

Her mind even seemed to be blank, completely unable to think.

Isabel felt a surge of heat starting from her foot, climbing up her legs, waist, chest, neck, and head. Her face suddenly became hot, and her mind finally began to clear slightly. She grasped onto a "lifeline" and shifted the topic, "Let me check on Raymond."

After saying this, Isabel turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Percy didn’t stop her, allowing her to slowly walk away from him. Just as she was about to pull her hand out of his grasp, Percy suddenly exerted force, pulling Isabel back in front of him.

He was much taller than her, and had to lower his head to look at her. Gradually lowering his head, with only an inch between their gazes, he stared into her eyes. Swallowing his saliva, his voice was slightly seductive, "You annoying creature—"

Isabel had never heard Percy speak to her so blatantly in broad daylight. Her mind exploded, and she instinctively opened her mouth.

The next second, Percy suddenly lowered his head, covering Isabel’s slightly parted lips.

Isabel only felt a soft warmth on her lips, and she was slightly stunned. Instinctively, she raised her hand to push Percy away, but Percy was a step ahead of her, stretching out his hand to embrace her slender waist.

Isabel’s lips were sealed tightly by him, and she could only make resisting "mmph" sounds.

Soon, Isabel’s "mmph" sounds were swallowed by Percy between their lips.

"Alright," Percy agreed, bending down to tidy up the Smith Corporation documents on the tea table. He then picked them up and stood up, looking at Isabel, "Raymond needs new clothes, too. If Miss Smith doesn’t mind, let’s go together."