Chapter 162: Chapter 174: I’m Responsible for Her Life (15) Chapter 162: Chapter 174: I’m Responsible for Her Life (15) Isabel Smith had felt fear when those n had nearly defiled her, but now, as she watched Percy Stanton approach, there was a chill of fear in her heart, a deep dread.
She had seen Percy truly lose his mind once, on the night she and Henry Maxwell were together, when he had ramd his car into Henry’s. At that ti, she found Percy to be a stranger.
But at that ti, Percy had clearly shown an angry expression.
Now, however, this Percy had a calm expression on his face, looking no different than usual. Even in such a lamp-lit, glass-decorated private booth, his deanor appeared to be tinged with tenderness.
Yet there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, looking down on her.
This kind of Percy made one feel breathless.
Finally, when Percy stood in front of her, Isabel dared not even take a breath. She instinctively felt a heavy oppressive feeling enveloping her body, making her tremble uncontrollably.
Percy stared into Isabel’s eyes, slowly leaning over. Isabel’s fear made her body shake, and suddenly Percy extended his hand. She subconsciously closed her eyes for a mont, then heard a “hiss” sound.
Isabel instinctively opened her eyes and followed the sound, seeing Percy grab the curtain behind her and forcefully pull it down.
His action seed extrely violent, and before anyone could react, Percy wrapped the torn curtain around Isabel’s body.
In a few swift motions, her shattered clothes were securely covered.
Then Isabel understood the aning of Percy’s actions just now. She was stunned for a mont, and a layer of indescribable emotion surged in her heart.
Percy gently raised his hand, lifted Isabel up, hooked his arm around her waist, and abruptly pulled her into his embrace.
Isabel’s head instantly leaned against Percy’s chest, and she could hear the rapid heartbeat of the man, strong and powerful.
Compared to the close call she just had with those n, she felt more like she was in a dream at this mont.
In the dream, she was alone for six years, experiencing both parents’ deaths, carrying a child for ten months, separated from her child, and feuding with her siblings… No one had ever given her a warm and solid support amid all these sad and tragic mories; she had always been alone.
But now, after she had nearly been gang-raped, soone had given her a warm embrace.
What was this if not a dream?
Caught off guard by such an embrace, Isabel was deeply moved, so much so that she beca rooted to the spot.
So moved, she didn’t know where to place her hands, just staring blankly as Percy held her, then her body suddenly began to shake violently.
Feeling Isabel’s trembling, Percy’s heart ached. He did not speak but simply lifted his hand, stroking her hair over and over again, his movents gentle and affectionate, seemingly like a completely different person compared to his nacing deanor just monts ago.
To Percy, everyone else in the room seed nonexistent.
He held Isabel for a long while, feeling her shaking slowly subside. It was only then that his heart, which had suddenly soared upon receiving a phone call from his brother-in-law in the car, and hearing that she was trapped in the private booth and nearly violated, began to calm down bit by bit.
At that ti, he even felt like it was a hot sumr day with snow falling.
Although he told himself clearly that after eting her again, he would win her heart, he would hold onto her love and not let go, and he would make her his woman for life, taking responsibility for her whole life no matter what.
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