Chapter 2: The Birthday Gift is a Son (2)

Percy Stanton was completely stunned, with a sense of disbelief welling up from the bottom of his heart.

How could this be?

He, Percy Stanton, had lived for a full twenty years up to this point, having never slept with a woman. How could he have fathered a son?

Who could tell him where this son came from?

And who was the mother who gave birth to this son?

******************Main text: Five years later*****************

Time flew by and it was already five years later.

It was late at night. The window in the room was left open, allowing a gentle night breeze to blow in.

Even though it was the end of summer, and Bellshire city was still scorching hot during the daytime, the night wind bore a bone-chilling coldness, waking Isabel Smith from her sleep.

Isabel was groggy with sleepiness. With her eyes closed, she groped around the bed trying to find her quilt. After searching for a while and not finding the quilt, she accidentally touched the man lying beside her. Then her wrist was suddenly seized by a strong hand, and someone moved closer to her.

Due to the man's closeness, the unexpected warmth made Isabel frown. Without opening her eyes, she heard the man's voice, low and sensuous, "Isabel, are you—tempting me?"

Instantly fully awake, Isabel quickly opened her eyes. In the dim light of the sleep lamp, she saw the man's face, his handsome features making her heart flutter, his eyes filled with a blazing heat.

Isabel thought about their passionate lovemaking before sleep which made her feel weary and weak. She couldn't help but turn her head, yawned, and said indifferently with her eyes closed, "Percy, I'm really sleepy... and I'm... also really tired."

"You can be tired after we finish." Saying this, Percy gently kissed Isabel, his muffled voice slowly drifting through the dark room and softly falling into Isabel's ears.

Isabel's body shivered lightly, then she raised her hand and gripped Percy's, trying to stop his advances.

Percy chuckled lightly. It seemed like he was mocking her futile resistance. He easily held her hand, ignoring her slight struggles and protests, and continued to deepen their kiss in a dominating manner.

In no time, an enchanting atmosphere filled the room.

Only after a long while did the room finally return to its initial tranquility.

Not long after, Isabel heard the rustling sound of someone getting dressed.

Isabel opened her eyes and, turning her head, saw Percy buttoning his shirt. With great effort, she half propped herself up and looked at Percy, asking lazily, "Are you leaving now? Aren't you staying here tonight?"

Percy hummed in response, without saying anything else.

He just bent his head to button his shirt, the dim light made a beautiful shadow on his handsome face.

Isabel lowered her head, stayed silent for a moment, and then asked, "Percy, when will you have time to look at the contract I gave you?"

Isabel lowered her head, stayed silent for a moment, and then asked, "Percy, when will you have time to look at the contract I gave you?"

Percy's buttoning motion paused, a hint of pensiveness flashed in his clear eyes. After a moment pause, Percy went back to his composed self. He finished buttoning his shirt, picked up his mobile phone from the bedside cabinet and when he stood up, he glanced at Isabel, but did not answer her question and said, "I should get going, I'll come by and see you in a few days."

Having said that, Percy gazed at Isabel for a few seconds, then turned around and left without looking back.