Chapter 9: Chapter 10 The Woman Who Fell in Love at First Sight (4) Chapter 9: Chapter 10 The Woman Who Fell in Love at First Sight (4) Isabel snapped back to reality, lowered her gaze, and gave Percy a composed smile. Her laugh was bright and indescribable, and she extended her right hand to Percy with natural grace. Her tone was crisp and clear, neither warm nor cold, “Mr. Stanton, how do you do?”
Percy frowned, a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes. Mr. Stanton? How unfamiliar this address was!
Percy first looked at Isabel’s extended hand, then slowly lifted his face, eting her eyes.
The depth of the man’s eyes was profound, a puzzling glint flickered at the bottom of his eyes.
His gaze sent a shiver through Isabel’s heart, and she instinctively wanted to withdraw her hand.
However, at that mont, Percy suddenly turned and extended his right hand, grasping Isabel’s hand.
Isabel responded with a light grip of Percy’s hand, courtesously as always.
Yet this polite act sparked a touch of irritation in Percy. Could she remain so composed as if he were a stranger they were eting for the first ti? What then did their previous late-night encounters an to her?
Percy’s hand, in comparison to Isabel’s, was much larger.
Such an embrace completely enveloped her hand, leaving a sense of intense heat.
Isabel responded with a light squeeze, intending to withdraw her hand.
However, Percy suddenly tightened his grip, firmly holding her hand in his.
His grip was sowhat strong, holding her hand tightly.
She wanted to struggle, but she couldn’t move.
Isabel could feel a wrenching pain in her hand. Yet, her countenance remained unchanged. She calmly t Percy’s eyes, the corners of her lips curved in a generous and poised manner.
Percy looked into Isabel’s eyes, her eyes were dark and bright, undisturbed even by the pain.
Percy’s eyes flashed with a hint of mockery. His lips curled slightly, presenting a look of refined courtesy, yet his tone held a trace of sarcasm, deliberately enunciating his words, “Miss Smith, it’s a, great, pleasure, to, et, you!”
Speaking these words, Percy grip on her hand tightened even more, as if he intended to crush her hand.
Isabel endured the pain roiling in her hand, t Percy’s gaze serenely, wore a gentle smile, and elegantly responded, calm as if the hand held in a firm grip was not her own, “I’m equally pleased to et Mr. Stanton”.
This ti, Percy only curved his lips, let out an eerie laugh, and released his hand. He turned naturally, stepped on the gas, and started the car.
Ella Adams didn’t notice the little episode between Percy and Isabel. Instead, she turned, resting her chin on the backrest of the co-pilot seat, and asked warmly, “Senior Isabel, where do you live? We’ll drop you off first.”
Before Isabel could respond, Percy, who was driving, suddenly interrupted, “Don’t you have a school activity later? It’s raining now and the roads are bad, you’re almost late. I can drop Miss Smith off when it’s over.”
When Percy said, “Miss Smith,” he intentionally stressed the pronunciation, causing Isabel’s heart to flutter.
“That’s good too.” Ella nodded with a happy smile and started chatting with Isabel about other things.
Because of Percy, Isabel spoke sparingly, just occasionally adding a sentence or two.
However, luckily Ella, like years ago, was quite the chatterbox and had a pleasant voice. No matter how much she spoke, she never seed annoying. Thus, the atmosphere inside the car didn’t turn awkward.
As for Percy, he remained silent the entire ti, looking straight ahead as he drove, appearing absent-minded during the girls’ conversation.
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