Isabella Weaver almost thought she had misheard!
Harry Hunter is alive!
He’s going to marry Cherry Lewis?
Was she and Harry Hunter in a fake marriage?
The high fever had already left her brain in turmoil, and now it was even more chaotic.
It had only been five days since she jumped off the plane and fell into the sea!
How could he be marrying Cherry Lewis already?
Isabella’s heart was in agony. She got out of bed and staggered out of the room. The sea breeze blew in, and she fell against the wind, unable to support herself.
Outside was pitch black, and the fishern on the island had taken their small boats out to fish. As far as the eye could see, it was an endless ocean.
This was truly a deserted island; she couldn’t return!
Tears welled up in Isabella’s eyes.
She had never betrayed Harry Hunter, but what about him?
Everything he gave her, was it true or just an illusion?
As dawn broke with a faint glimr of light in the east, the fishern returned one after another.
Accompanying them was also a helicopter.
The helicopter landed not far from Isabella. Harry Hunter picked up the unconscious Isabella from the ground and walked back into the helicopter, his voice hoarse, "Get to the hospital as fast as possible!"
The helicopter imdiately took off, flying towards the mainland.
Connor, piloting the helicopter, sent a ssage to Alexander Parker’s helicopter, telling him the person had been found.
There’s no phone signal here, so he can’t make a call, only use the helicopter’s communicator.
In the cabin, Harry Hunter held Isabella, wrapping her in a blanket, calling her na over and over.
The mont he saw her, his heart nearly shattered!
His pampered little wife lay on the cold ground, as if abandoned by the whole world.
If he had been a bit later, she would have frozen to death on this island!
"Isabella, wake up! Don’t scare , open your eyes and talk to ! Isabella!"
Isabella had intended to sleep forever, but there was always soone talking beside her, constantly calling her na.
In pain, she opened her eyes and saw a pale but familiar face.
"Harry?"
"It’s !" Harry Hunter was overjoyed, tears falling onto Isabella’s face, as he held her and kissed her hard.
Isabella wasn’t sure if this was a dream or reality, but her tears fell uncontrollably, and she hoarsely cursed him, "Get lost! I don’t want to see you!"
"What’s wrong? Isabella, I’ve been looking for you! I finally found you; I won’t leave!" Harry didn’t know where her anger ca from; he just knew he would never let Isabella go.
"Why look for ? Aren’t you going to marry Cherry Lewis?"
Harry was taken aback: "Who said that? It’s not true at all!"
Isabella’s tears flowed even harder, "You’re still lying to ? The news said! Are you even human? My morial isn’t over yet, and you’re marrying soone else! You bastard!"
She wanted to scold him harshly, but her weak voice lacked power, only exposing all her grievances.
Harry’s heart ached: "Don’t talk nonsense, what morial, you’re alive and well! I was unconscious for three days, and in the following two days I was at sea, looking everywhere for you. Where would I find ti to marry anyone else?"
"Liar, I don’t believe you anymore!"
Isabella cried until she beca silent, fainting in Harry’s arms.
Harry shouted angrily at Connor, "Why are you flying so slow, you want to be a turtle?!"
Connor, who had already pushed the helicopter to its maximum speed, was filled with a solemn expression: "Young Master, we can’t go any faster!"
Any faster and the helicopter’s main rotor would explode!
"Alexander Parker just ssaged that he’s flying your new plane here to pick us up. It’s fast!"
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