Chapter 206: Chapter 218: Lovers Have Self-respect Too (3) Chapter 206: Chapter 218: Lovers Have Self-respect Too (3) Percy Stanton sat in the car, looking at Isabel Smith on the roadside through the car window, but never got out of the car. The light in his eyes flickered uncertainly. Saying he was not happy would be a lie, after all, he had found out that the younger version of her might have truly cared for him. Saying he was not sad would also be a lie, because the present her seemed to have stopped caring about their past love.

Originally in the car, he wanted to ask her, do you truly not care about those past events anymore?

But love also has its dignity.

The deep feelings that had always been dwelling in his heart were afraid to be spoken, lest they be turned into a joke.

– Classmate, hello, can you lend me five dollars?

– Classmate, hello, can you lend me your first kiss?

– Classmate, hello, can you lend me your first night?

– Classmate, hello, can you lend me your lifetime?

The vows of love once made have turned into silent injuries and empty happiness today.

Percy clutched the steering wheel tightly, staring at Isabel who was standing on the roadside gripping a tree pole and bent over vomiting. His gaze became deeper and deeper, bit by bit.

On this road, there were few vehicles, surrounded by heavy shadows of trees. By now, the sunlight in the late summer afternoon had lost much of its brightness, seeping through the lush branches and leaves, scattering golden circles of light on the car, accompanied by some fallen leaves heralding the arrival of autumn. They took a spin in mid-air before gently falling onto the car window in front, making a faint “crack” sound.

Percy slowly closed his eyes, and after a while, he pushed open the car door and strode over to the roadside.

By this time, Isabel had vomited up everything in her stomach, even the water was almost gone, but she still couldn’t resist the urge to throw up, her slender back bent over.

She wasn’t sure if it was because of the nausea that she was feeling terrible, or if it was the regret caused by the beautiful young love that had been abruptly cut short. She suddenly thought of that teenager at the roadside, and a touch of nostalgia made her become a little vulnerable, finally leading to this disastrous state.

She had promised Percy to be his lover for a year and bid farewell to the once pure and beautiful love, but when it was really mentioned, she found out that the deepest thorn in her heart was still deeply embedded, so deep and so firmly rooted, that there was no chance to uproot it. Was it because at first, she had let that person take root in her heart too recklessly?

As Isabel thought about it, her eyes became red. She lowered her head, pinching the hard tree pole with her soft palm. Like self-punishment, her grip on the tree pole became tighter and tighter, until suddenly, a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled it away from the tree.

Isabel’s body stiffened for a moment, and before she could lift her eyes, she saw a pair of glossy black handmade high-grade leather shoes in front of her. She pursed her lips, and without warning, raised her head. Her moist and bright eyes unguardedly met Percy’s.

Percy, caught off guard by Isabel’s gaze, all the struggle and irritation in his heart suddenly turned into unspeakable congestion. He looked at her for a moment before asking calmly and naturally, “Are you feeling better now?”

Isabel quickly collected all her thoughts and gently blinked her eyes. When she opened them, only darkness remained at the bottom of her eyes, without the sincerity just now: “Yes.”

Percy stared at Isabel for quite a while before fishing out a handkerchief from his pocket and gently exhaling a sigh. Then he handed the handkerchief to Isabel.

Isabel hesitated for a moment before raising her hand to take the handkerchief and said, “Thank you.”