Isabella shook her head frantically: "Cherry Lewis must have done it on purpose! She forced to sign the divorce agreent. If I didn’t sign, she wouldn’t send you to the hospital! But after I signed, she jumped ship, and so did the pilot. I only found one parachute. You’re so badly injured, you can’t fall into the sea again! You got hurt protecting . You could have left the club, you could have been safe, but I can’t let harm co to you! I must let go!"
She cried incoherently, but Harry Hunter understood.
He hadn’t had ti to deal with this huge accident because every mont of the rescue was incredibly precious.
Everyone told him Isabella was already dead, no one could survive so long at sea.
The rescue team had found the pilot who jumped ship just the day before, even with a parachute, the pilot was lost; Isabella’s chance of being alive was almost zero!
Cherry Lewis was stirring up a storm, creating various scandals, and because she sent the helicopter to the club, Harry Hunter didn’t know how she explained it to the Hunters, but now the whole Hunter Family thinks Cherry is his savior!
He held Isabella tightly, his eyes red.
At his most critical mont, she was the only one who cared about him!
In such an environnt, letting go and falling into the seawater, who knows how much courage it took!
Did she really love him this much?
He hadn’t known!
Isabella was still crying about the accident that day, finally able to voice her fears, finally soone to comfort her grievances, and finally, Harry Hunter sat well in front of her, not like that night with weak breathing, as if he would leave her at any mont.
She cried for a long ti before calming down.
Harry Hunter lowered his head and kissed her, softly yet fiercely, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
After the kiss, Isabella suddenly realized: "I must look so ugly now, how could you kiss !"
She felt she probably looked no different from a ghost, didn’t dare to look in the mirror, was Harry really not disgusted by her?
Her whole body was swollen, even she was disgusted by herself.
"Where ugly? I think you’re great."
Harry Hunter truly didn’t think she was ugly. Her face was indeed swollen by a wide margin, her crying made her look like a little flower cat, but what did it matter?
He would never love anyone like he loved her again in this lifeti.
Having lost and recovered, he was just grateful she was still alive; beauty, ugliness, fat, thin, didn’t matter at all.
He gently wiped Isabella’s face, found her eyes swollen like peaches but still adorable, couldn’t help but kiss her again.
Isabella couldn’t use her hands, rubbed her face against Harry Hunter’s: "Why do you feel so hot to ? Are you running a fever?"
"A little."
Harry Hunter didn’t think it was serious, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I’ll ask Connor to buy it for you."
Isabella got anxious: "Why are you still taking care of ? Quickly go lie down, doesn’t your shoulder hurt? I rember you were hit hard by the wall!"
"A little."
Again with a little!
It definitely wasn’t just a little!
While they were talking, the door to the hospital room was pushed open, Alexander Parker and Connor walked in carrying various foods.
"Cousin! You’re awake!"
Alexander Parker was overjoyed!
"I bought you delicious food! If I’d known you’d wake up, I wouldn’t have gone out! I got tricked by that Hunter again, he insisted you wouldn’t wake up so soon and deliberately sent away!"
He put the food on the table, pulled Harry Hunter aside, and hugged Isabella: "Whoa, cousin, you’re so swollen, I feel like I’m hugging a pig."
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