In life, there will always be such a person who breaks your principles, changes your habits, and becomes your exception.
And for him, Isabel Smith is that exception in his life.
Percy Stanton sighed at the night that had already arrived outside the window, then turned around, headed to Raymond Thompson's room, took out the key, opened the door, and saw Raymond had already fallen asleep. Only then did Percy silently retreat from the room, took his house key, left his own home, and went to Isabel's home.
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When Percy opened Isabel's bedroom door and entered her bedroom, Isabel had just come out of the bath and was bending down looking for underwear in front of her wardrobe.
Her hair was half wet, hanging behind her, and she was casually wrapped in a bath towel, with a large patch of soft, white skin exposed. In the dim yellow light of the bedroom, it emitted a tempting luster.