Chapter 207: Chapter 219: Lovers Also Have Self-esteem (4) Chapter 207: Chapter 219: Lovers Also Have Self-esteem (4) Percy remained silent, his gaze fixed deeply on Isabel.

His beautiful eyes, the intense light at the bottom of his eyes, made Isabel’s heart abruptly stop for a moment. Then a wave of anxiety travelled from her feet all the way up to her brain. Her face flushed, mixed with an overwhelming heat. She soon turned her head quickly away, picking up a handkerchief and lightly brushed at the corners of her lips with an easy smile.

The handkerchief Percy had given her carried a pleasant fragrance. Isabel had experienced many kinds of perfume, but she could not distinguish the light and elegant scent on this one. Nevertheless, the fragrance was pleasant enough for her.

While wiping the corner of her lips, Isabel hesitated to take another sniff. She got the impression that she was familiar with this light fragrance, as if someone from her memory had also brought her the same scent.

When Isabel finished wiping her lips, she didn’t immediately hand back the handkerchief to Percy. Instead, she held it tightly in her palm and said, “I’ll wash it then return it to you.”

With one hand in his pocket, Percy took her wrist and glanced at the handkerchief in her palm. He nodded indifferently. Without saying a word, his eyes darted around, revealing an exquisite charm. He then let go of Isabel’s wrist and walked towards the car parked by the side of the road with its hazard lights on.

After Percy left, Isabel truly sighed with relief. She raised her hand, lightly rubbing the wrist that Percy once held, and adjusted her slightly frantic breath. Then she followed Percy back to the car.

Percy didn’t start the car until Isabel had fastened her seatbelt.

The two of them were still quiet in the car. Isabel, listless as usual, propped her head against the car window, looking at the trees by the roadside, feeling her breath filled with the clear scent she had smelled on the handkerchief.

Isabel frowned and sat up straight, taking a deep breath. Only then did she notice that the fragrance was not coming from the handkerchief in her bag, but from Percy who was driving beside her.

As if noting Isabel’s unusual behavior, Percy glanced at her while paying attention to the road ahead, asking casually, “What’s wrong?”

Isabel would certainly not tell Percy that his scent was very pleasant. She just shook her head, then lazily leaned back onto the sofa.

Perhaps it was due to her lack of sleep the previous night. As the faint scent and the stable speed of the car enveloped her, Isabel slowly closed her eyes and fell into a light sleep.

It was a real light sleep. Images emerged one after another in Isabel’s clear mind. She remembered the moment when she got close to Marion Hancock, who also had this same scent. Isabel abruptly opened her eyes, turned her head, and stared at Percy’s profile for quite a while before asking, “What perfume did you use?”

Percy wrinkled his brow perceptibly, turned his head, and looked at Isabel with slight puzzlement.

“What kind of perfume?” Isabel took a bite at her lip, adding, “It smells good.”

“It’s not perfume.” Percy took a moment to realize Isabel was referring to a pleasant scent, “It’s the scent of shower gel.”

“Shower gel? What brand? How come I didn’t know?” Isabel asked a series of questions in succession.

Percy held the steering wheel, but he remained silent.

The shower gel was a cosmetic product specially designed by Thompson Empire Group for his skin. It was not available for sale to the public. Percy weighed his words before saying, “This shower gel is not easy to buy right now, and basically, no one else would use it.”