Chapter 86: Chapter 98: A Bottle of Safflower Oil (7) Chapter 86: Chapter 98: A Bottle of Safflower Oil (7) This dream may be too wonderful, Isabel Smith curled up in the quilt, the corner of her lips involuntarily curling into a smile, as if content with sothing, finally she fell soundly asleep.
Percy Stanton went to the bathroom, washed his hands, and when he ca out, he saw the bright big light in the bedroom hadn’t been turned off, his young daughter on the bed had buried her head in the quilt, he paused, walked to the side, picked up the remote control, and turned off the light.
The room completely plunged into darkness, Percy Stanton frowned, turned on the sleep lamp, then put down the remote control satisfactorily, then walked to the side of the bed, gently stretched out his hand, pulled off so of the quilt from her head, just covering her collarbone.
The woman in her dream, her lips were slightly curved, as if she had a very beautiful dream, her expression sweet and content.
This expression, was exactly the sa as Isabel Smith once was.
Percy Stanton was a bit stunned, his heart suddenly beating faster, again and again, like throbbing, also, like being moved.
After six years of not seeing her, she had changed a bit now, her facial features seed more three-dinsional and exquisite.
The sleeping her now, had taken off her capable elegance during the day, her palm-sized face was makeup-free, her skin white and delicate, her features beautiful, the corners of her lips showed a soft smile, her closed eyelids hid her cold and proud eyes, she seed like a gentle young girl with no restraints, cute and charming.
Percy Stanton watched her fascinated and dumbfounded, after a long while, he couldn’t help but raise his hand, gently stroking Isabel Smith’s brows, Isabel Smith’s eyes, Isabel Smith’s nose, and Isabel Smith’s rosy lips…
No longer in the endless wait, he spent sleepless nights standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the lights of Bellshire City, then thinking about her content and satisfied smile when he agreed to attend her coming of age ceremony.
Every ti, he would stretch out his hand to touch, but what he touched was always the cold glass, chilling his heart.
Everyone’s happiness is different, but he knew, his happiness was Isabel Smith.
So, he waited firmly, waited so long, finally waited.
Percy Stanton’s gaze beca warm and tender, even a bit excited.
After six years, a full six years, he was finally able to touch her content and satisfied flower-like smile.
It’s all about companionship…
In one’s lifeti, to et again is such a blessing. This ti, he would stay by her side, never leave.
Companionship is the longest confession of love.
While accompanying her, he was waiting for her to rember him…
…
Isabel Smith woke up very early the next day, she hadn’t slept long, obviously hadn’t had enough sleep, but had another nightmare. She dread of her blood-stained parents lying in front of her. In her despair, she saw a baby appear at her feet. She bent over to hold it, but found the baby was dead…
Isabel Smith sat up from the bed, her body was covered with cold sweat, she breathed heavily, but felt the lingering fear from the nightmare was still spreading inside her body, following the flowing blood, and spreading to every part of her body.
Isabel Smith blinked, after quite a while, she realized she was in her own room, her heart, then slowly cald down a bit.
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