Percy Stanton pulled his arm back slightly and lowered his head, burying it in Isabel Smith's hair, taking in her scent as he slowly closed his eyes, seemingly meditating or nodding off. After a long time, his lips brushed against her hair and he spoke softly, asking the question that had been on his mind all afternoon, "Isabel, where did you and George Vincent go today?"
Isabel raised her head slightly and, under the dim sleep lamp in the infirmary, smiled at Percy's extraordinary face, "Why do you ask?"
"No... just asking," Percy lowered his eyelids and replied in a low voice.
After a while, Percy couldn't help but ask again, "Isabel, what did you do with George Vincent for so long?"
So, Percy's unhappiness this afternoon was because of this matter.
Jealousy stems from concern, and Isabel's eyes suddenly turned dark and shiny. She looked into the depth of Percy's eyes with a smile, "Why should I tell you?"
Percy instantly closed his mouth.