Chapter 508: So It's Him (13)

Pausing for a moment, Isabel's tone softened, "Isabel six years ago could genuinely love you passionately, but Isabel six years later, really has no right to talk about love anymore."

As Isabel said this, she slowly closed her eyes, the teardrops at the corners of her eyes gently falling onto Percy's shirt, wetting it, and seeping into his skin.

A long, long time passed without Isabel speaking again. The room was quiet, and Percy, who seemed to be asleep on the bed, slowly opened his eyes.

Two clusters of flames danced in the depths of his always beautiful and profound eyes.

He was actually never asleep. He was just lost in thought about those missed opportunities and suddenly heard Isabel calling him. Before he could respond, he felt her fingers touch his eyelashes, and he held his breath and stopped moving.

The next second, she was lying on his chest, chattering incessantly.