Chapter 625: Shen Shen, can I pursue you? (8)

Isabel Smith couldn't help but raise her hand, trying hard to pry open Percy Stanton's hand.

"Isabel, are you shy?" Percy laughed quietly, quickly pulling the woman who was about to lose her temper into his arms, holding her tight. Lowering his head, he sniffed her fragrant hair deeply, putting away all playfulness, and murmured with a touch of melancholy, "Isabel, don't move, let me just hold you."

Isabel's struggling stopped all at once.

He stood on the bustling Main Street, holding her quietly like that for a long time. He then tilted his head, rubbing against her hair, pressing her forcefully into his embrace. It was as if he wanted to knead her into his bones and blood.

He murmured in her ear as if speaking to himself.

"Isabel, you have no idea how long I've waited for you to be jealous for me."

"You have no idea how happy I am now. I feel like in this life, I could die without regrets."