Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife

Chapter 29: Chapter 32: Memories from Six Years Ago (3) Chapter 29: Chapter 32: Memories from Six Years Ago (3) Among the people she knew, most of them were attractive men and women, but Percy Stanton stood out among the rest.

So, if she had met him, she would definitely remember him deeply.

Just like… six years ago, at Starhaven University, the person she met…

That person… she actually only had a passing acquaintance with him, time flowed like water, swiftly passing by, six years and his appearance
in her mind was no longer that clear, but she still remembered clearly the tremendous impact that man had on her heart.

He was her first love, the first time her heart moved, her first kiss, first handhold, and the first time she didn’t go home at night… That night, they just lay quietly on the bed, without any boundary-crossing, just peacefully sleeping…

If it weren’t for the dramatic changes that occurred on her eighteenth birthday, maybe she would be with him now, who knows?

She left Bellshire in a hurry, without leaving any contact information, and now she only remembers his name, it was Marion Hancock…

That was when she accidentally met him in a mall in Bellshire, a beautiful woman dramatically raised her hand and fiercely hit him on the head, calling him, “Little Marion!”

His name, Marion, really was a unique one…

However, faced with a big enemy to be avenged, and a child still to be found, she no longer had the energy to think about love, romance, and lingering emotions!

…

The taxi arrived at Isabel Smith’s apartment building quickly.

From the moment Percy’s look darkened to now, it hadn’t improved a bit. He took out his wallet from his pocket, paid the taxi, got out, and hoisted Pierre onto his shoulder, heading in.

On the way up the elevator, Percy naturally took out the key, opened the door to the apartment that Pierre lived in, dumped him on the sofa, and then turned around gloomily and headed for the bathroom.

Isabel Smith reached out her hand, rubbing her sore feet, pursed her lips, and murmured softly, “What a strange man!”

As her words were trailed off, she saw Percy coming out with a basin of water and placed it on the table in front of her. Isabel Smith glanced down and saw that the water was still steaming hot, with a clean towel inside.

Percy stood up, rolled up his shirt buttons and unbuttoned his collar; then half-knelt in front of Isabel Smith, reached out his hand, grabbed her foot, checked it carefully, and only after confirming there were no severe injuries, did he take out the towel from the basin, wrung it out and wiped her foot.

Percy’s force was a little strong, causing Isabel to gasp from the pain.

Percy’s hand paused, then proceeded with a much gentler touch.

Isabel sat on the sofa, watching Percy wipe her feet, her eyebrows furrowed, and turned her head without a sound.

Not long after, the water in the basin turned a turbid gray, and Isabel’s feet returned to their original fair and delicate state, save for a few small wounds.

Percy carefully inspected them, finding that no foreign objects had entered the wounds before releasing her foot, got up, took the dirty water, and poured it into the restroom.

When Percy came back to the living room, he was holding a cup of hot milk and handed it to Isabel Smith.

As she took it, she said, “Thank you.”

Percy didn’t make a sound, he just glanced at the stack of contracts placed on the tea table, which were the employment contracts Isabel had given him.