Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife-Chapter 529 - 545: To Leave or Not to Leave? (10)

Percy Stanton reached out his hand, touched Isabel Smith’s forehead, then laid her on the bed, took a condom from the side, put it on, and attached himself to her body, initiating a wild session.

In this aspect of making love, Isabel was never a match for Percy. She gripped his shoulder and soon began to beg for mercy. With her pleas, he grew even more excited, and her body trembled intensely. Her body kept contracting, making him let out stifled moans and involuntarily speed up. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

She would be moved by his confession and would actively kiss him, but she was unwilling to have a child for him.

Percy looked at Isabel’s dazed, infatuated expression, and his movements became even more frantic, as if punishing her.

Underneath him, she couldn’t take it anymore, lifted her hand and clutched his chest, like a kitten playing to get him to stop.

Percy, on the other hand, seemed endless, devouring her thoroughly inside and out.

Finally, it came to an end. Isabel felt as if her body had fallen apart, paralyzed on the bed, not wanting to move. With her body a complete mess, he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom for a bath together.

While bathing, he couldn’t help himself and pulled her in for another round.

Whether it was exhaustion or the warm water easing the fatigue, Isabel didn’t feel as tired when lying on the bed.

She closed her eyes, leaning into Percy’s arms, gradually feeling drowsy. Just before falling asleep, she felt Percy kiss her brow, his lips close to her ear, whispering softly, "Isabel, can I pursue you?"

Isabel’s body tightened slightly.

Perhaps it was because the number of confessions increased that Percy learned to advance by retreating. He quickly continued, "I don’t know what kind of relationship you consider us right now. If you’re just unsure and go along with the flow, then I won’t force you. But if you’re serious, be sure to tell me. I’ll be more than happy to accompany you to the end."

His words were as if talking to himself.

His tone was extra soft and somewhat vague.

Even more so, he reached out his hand, gently stroking her hair: "Isabel, you don’t have to be so nervous. I won’t force you because I never intended to give up."

Every woman really falls for this – I love you, I won’t force you, even if you don’t love me, I’ll always love you.

Although it might be fake, said on impulse, women – emotional creatures – are easily moved by such advancing and retreating words.

Isabel was no exception, as she lay in his arms, his body warmth continuously transmitting to her, making her begin to fear. She felt the solid wall hidden in her heart was becoming shaky, as if it would collapse at any moment. She almost abandoned her deep hatred and threw herself unconditionally into his arms.

These few days in Ravenwood City were happier and more fulfilling than the several years she had lived, and if he continued like this, she would indeed nod her head, join hands with him, enjoy the scenery, sing, and walk through the mountains and the vast sea, loving as they went...

Isabel suddenly felt at a loss. In the end, she turned over, climbed on top of Percy, lowered her head, blocked his lips, and actively stirred up his desires, hooking him to join her in another round of intense entanglement.

...

The second day, when Isabel woke up, Percy was still asleep. She looked at the cool sky outside the window.

She threw off the quilt, got out of bed, and when she went to the restroom, she glanced at the bag on the tea table and took out her mobile phone from it.