Isabella Weaver’s body was extrely sensitive, she couldn’t bear being teased by him like this!
She hurriedly pressed down Harry Hunter’s hand, "Don’t ss around!"
"Hmm."
Harry Hunter saw her lips as red and alluring as tempting cherries, and couldn’t help but peck them gently, saying in a low, composed voice, "We’ll sleep together when your hand is healed."
"What?!"
"I’m not going to favor Cherry Lewis, I’ve never slept with her, and I won’t in the future either."
Isabella Weaver’s fair face suddenly turned red!
Harry Hunter actually knew!
She’s going to be killed by Cora Ginger!
She clenched her teeth and said, "It has nothing to do with !"
Harry Hunter suddenly took out a few sheets of paper from his jacket pocket and showed them to Isabella Weaver, "This is the divorce agreent you signed."
After speaking, he tore the agreent to pieces.
"Of course, such things can’t be left in soone else’s hands. I just retrieved it yesterday, you don’t have to worry anymore."
"I wasn’t worried!"
"Weren’t worried but kept talking about this agreent? Were you not afraid I’d sign it?"
"Why should I be afraid!"
"Hmm, right, you fear nothing, it’s who’s afraid."
Harry Hunter’s tone softened, he’d been searching for her for three days and was about to go crazy!
Now finally being able to hold her securely in his arms, his heart finally settled down.
"You should stay in the hospital for the next two days, don’t run around, I’m worried."
"You’re afraid people outside will know I’m still alive, aren’t you?"
Harry Hunter sighed, "I’m afraid the person who planned the explosion will know you’re alive."
Isabella Weaver froze for a mont, she hadn’t thought about this reason.
"The explosion wasn’t an accident? It was orchestrated?"
"Hmm."
"Who was it?"
Harry Hunter was helpless, he wanted her not to worry but couldn’t, "Lewis Family, and others who don’t wish well."
Isabella Weaver was silent for a long ti, she was now sowhat confused, not knowing whether to trust him.
"I won’t stay in the hospital, I’ll stay at Cora’s. Everything will be discussed after this Saturday’s wedding."
Thinking of the people sneaking around the hospital inquiring about her, Harry Hunter finally nodded.
It’s also good that she’s not staying here.
He sent Isabella Weaver back to Cora Ginger’s place, and soon left.
As Isabella Weaver entered the apartnt, she was startled to find Cora Ginger sweating profusely, moving things.
"Cora, are you moving houses?"
Cora Ginger’s almond eyes turned into crescents as she smiled, "Yeah! We’re moving to the first floor, no need to live in the basent! Young Master Hunter is so nice, you see, he even called Connor to help move!"
"Little brother" Connor carried a big box out of the basent, grinning his trademark smile, "Young Madam, Young Master rented a first-floor apartnt for both of you, the basent was too small."
Isabella instinctively wanted to refuse, but Cora Ginger quickly said, "Thank you, Connor! Your Young Master is really nice, please thank him for , I will take good care of his wife for him, tell Young Master not to worry!"
Isabella Weaver felt a bit of a headache!
Cora Ginger is great in every way, except she’s too easily swayed by money, which isn’t good!
Thanks to Connor being a super strong laborer, Cora Ginger’s moving was done quickly.
The first-floor apartnt was a two-bedroom, one-living room place, the previous tenant arranged it neatly and cleanly, Cora Ginger moved in, seeing the full room of sunlight and beautiful balcony, was so excited she could cry.
She embraced Isabella Weaver, "Isabella, don’t be silly, Young Master Hunter is great, so generous, you must hold on to him!"
Isabella Weaver knew she loved rich people, she dread of living the life of a rich lady, she couldn’t help teasing her, "Why not have him for yourself?"
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