"He’s intentionally playing the emotional card, explaining that there’s no affection between and Cherry Lewis, because many people think it was too cruel of to send my ex-fiancée to prison. He specifically ntioned your na to create an image of a deeply affectionate Young Master for !"
"Really?"
"Yes. Every word he says has a deeper aning, it’s not random. For example, he said I was seriously injured and bedridden, which was to explain that I was so injured that I couldn’t possibly attend the wedding, and that the Lewis Family’s wedding had nothing to do with the Hunter Family, it was just their wishful thinking."
Isabella Weaver was dumbfounded, how could he interpret so much from the old man’s words!
Doesn’t this indirectly prove that he’s actually quite scheming and calculating, he’s just never shown it in front of her?
Or perhaps, is she just too dim-witted to even notice his sches?
She suspiciously looked at Harry Hunter: "Now I’m starting to think, our marriage seems like a conspiracy too!"
"No, it’s not. I’m clearly using an open strategy."
"We got married because you ca to my house and proactively proposed! I didn’t do anything."
Isabella Weaver tugged at his ear: "No way! You kept talking about marriage right in my ear every day, leading to think of you first when my family pressured to marry!"
"Ow, gently, it hurts, hurts, hurts! My ear’s going to be pulled off by you."
"If you don’t tell the truth, I’ll pull off the other ear too!"
"I’ll talk!"
Harry Hunter shouted in pain, but his eyes were full of laughter: "There’s no conspiracy, haven’t I always wanted to marry you openly and honestly?"
"You lied, saying the marriage was for inheritance!"
"I didn’t lie to you, it really was for the inheritance."
"Oh, so you’re saying you don’t like at all, I’m just a tool?"
"How’s that possible? I like you so much that I think about holding you to sleep every day!"
"Then you’re still lying to , you didn’t marry just for the inheritance!"
Harry Hunter was utterly defeated!
This little girl can really twist things around!
He reached out to tickle her waist: "Still not letting go? Do you plan to separate from my ear?"
Isabella Weaver giggled from the tickling, but wouldn’t let go: "You let go first, and I’ll let go!"
"No, you first."
"You first!"
"Ladies first!"
"Gentlen first!"
...
When Johan Niles entered with the dical kit, he saw Harry Hunter lying flat on the living room sofa, with Isabella Weaver sprawled on top of him, the two intertwined and refusing to get up.
He couldn’t help but sigh: "What did I say at noon? Didn’t I tell you two to show so restraint? The sun has just set, and you’re already at it?"
Isabella Weaver was startled by his voice and hurriedly sat up from Harry Hunter: "Doctor Niles?!"
Harry Hunter also got up, giving Johan Niles a cold look: "You scared my wife!"
Johan Niles felt wronged: "I knocked on the door for a long ti, you were too engrossed to hear, so I had no choice but to co in."
Isabella Weaver was worried Harry Hunter would be rash and drive him away again: "It’s fine, Doctor Niles, please co in! Thank you for coming to change his bandages!"
Johan Niles brightened up: "You’re too polite, sister-in-law! In the future, even your hand injuries are my responsibility, I’ll make sure they heal beautifully! But for neurological recovery, you still need to go to the hospital."
"Okay, then I’ll trouble Doctor Niles!"
Johan Niles sat on the sofa, first attending to Isabella Weaver’s hand, and after bandaging it up, he started changing Harry Hunter’s bandages.
Harry Hunter had already taken off his shirt, and as Johan Niles unwrapped the layers of gauze, Isabella Weaver saw his wounds for the first ti.
His originally beautiful, firm back now bore several hideous scars, with surgical stitches yet to be removed, and his left shoulder was densely covered with needle marks, exceedingly frightening!
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