Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife

Chapter 72: Chapter 84: The Counterattack of the Black-hearted Demon Queen (1) Chapter 72: Chapter 84: The Counterattack of the Black-hearted Demon Queen (1) Isabel Smith frowned, stopped in her tracks, planning to turn around and leave, but heard a soft, seductive moan coming from within: “Be gentle, it hurts a bit—”
She was very familiar with this voice; if it wasn’t Evelyn Osbert, then who could it be?

Isabel’s lips curled up coldly, and instead of turning around to leave, she firmly stood still, silently waiting in the dimly lit corner, glancing towards the balcony.

Although the balcony was dimly lit, Isabel could still clearly see Evelyn, who was wearing a black lace puff sleeve top that was half un-tucked, revealing her shoulders and a generous amount of white skin on her chest. The white high-waisted skirt was pushed up to her stomach, exposing her slender and beautiful legs.

The man in front of her had his entire face buried in Evelyn’s chest, making it impossible for Isabel to tell who he was. Despite the man’s clothes appearing neat, one hand was circling Evelyn’s waist while the other reached under her skirt…

How could this scene be described as anything but sensuous?

Evelyn Osbert, her name was delicate and demure, just like her appearance; she seemed as pure and noble as a white lotus flower, untouched by the secular world.

Within the entire Bellshire Commercial Area, Evelyn’s reputation was excellent; she always spoke gently and demurely, never causing any trouble with others, unlike Isabel’s straightforward approach and exposed dominance.

Some people even said that Evelyn was the perfect candidate for a wife among the upper-class women.

The two inside didn’t realize that they had attracted unwanted attention; they continued their heated affair, seemingly intent on carrying out their passionate rendezvous to the end.

“Mmm… it feels so good… go faster…” Evelyn’s head was tilted back as if she was experiencing immense pleasure, her words laden with seduction.

The man laughed softly in response to Evelyn’s words, and her moans became more varied and colorful: “Ah… YAH… Mmm…”

Isabel Smith was known for her thick skin, her words and actions filled with a rebellious flair, such as when she first clung to Percy Stanton and brazenly mentioned her first kiss and first night together.

However, at this moment, the moans and visuals from inside were too much even for someone as bold as Isabel. She couldn’t help but blush and turn her head away, thinking with a sneer: I’d love to expose the scene before me to everyone, so that everyone can see what kind of person this highly praised Evelyn Osbert really is!

“You little temptress, I can’t take it anymore…”

“No… I can’t be away from the Wine Party for too long, or Grandma will think I’m being rude, and she’ll scold me when we get home. So please be patient; I’ll come to you after the party is over, okay?” Evelyn’s voice was soft and coquettish.

Isabel felt a wave of chills sweep over her body, her skin crawling with goosebumps.

The man seemed to quite enjoy Evelyn’s coyness, and he laughed deeply, sounding very pleased. Then he reluctantly kissed her a couple of times and whispered in her ear, “Fine, I’ll wait for you tonight. I promise I’ll make you beg for mercy!”

“You’re so annoying—” Evelyn raised her hand with a coy look on her face, and playfully hit the man. She tilted her head back and kissed him on the cheek. “Alright, you go in first; I’ll be in soon after.”

“Okay, see you tonight.”

With that, the man quickly straightened his disheveled clothes and left.