Isabella Weaver couldn’t continue, this man’s skin was too thick, she was no match.
The breakfast was lavish, with an assortnt of pastries and side dishes filling the table.
Isabella Weaver had protested several tis, feeling it was too much, but Harry Hunter would listen to her about everything except this habit which he never changed.
Aunt Hart said that before she ca, Harry Hunter didn’t eat like this. He ate very simply, but after she arrived, he insisted on having a lavish breakfast, even more so than dinner.
Now, she had gradually beco accustod to this extravagant breakfast lifestyle.
The array of flavorful and aromatic food before her awakened her appetite completely, allowing her to eat very heartily and satisfactorily every day.
Seeing her appetite was particularly good today, after breakfast, Harry Hunter imdiately rewarded Aunt Hart and Aunt Spring with two red envelopes.
Isabella Weaver finished eating and went upstairs to change clothes.
Harry Hunter’s expression returned to indifference, as he sat on the sofa assigning tasks to the two of them: "You two should learn a few more recipes, make the breakfast more varied."
"Yes, Young Master."
"Isabella finds it hard to eat in the morning, make sothing appetizing."
"Yes."
"Rich in nutrition soup is also necessary, breakfast is the start of the day, it’s very important. Her body needs nourishnt, I’ll have soone send young pigeons every day to make soup for her."
"Yes."
Harry Hunter gave a lot of detailed instructions before going upstairs to change into a suit.
Aunt Hart and Aunt Spring were still quite afraid of him, relaxing only once he left.
"Young Master actually said so many words today, that’s really rare."
"He really cares for the Young Madam, I didn’t know a man could be so ticulous."
"Thanks to Young Madam, the red envelopes we receive are increasing!"
"Right, let’s cook well, why hasn’t Young Madam conceived yet, their relationship is so good, it shouldn’t be!"
"Maybe it’s because of her young age, and her body is too slim?"
"Then make more nourishing soup!"
...
Isabella Weaver was completely unaware of what was happening on the first floor.
She put on light makeup, styled her long hair, and changed into a black blazer, paired with a silk shirt with a pronounced drape. The shirt’s collar had two long ribbons tied into a beautiful bow, formal yet lively and elegant.
Turning around, she saw Harry Hunter leaning against the door, his eyes deep and looking at her, his cold face showing a hint of subtle tenderness.
Isabella Weaver smiled at him: "Do I look good?"
"Mm."
"The suit?"
"The person."
"Is this shirt the new one you bought for ? The texture is wonderful, Mr. Hunter, you have a great eye for picking clothes!"
"I have a better eye for picking a wife."
Harry Hunter ca to her side, slightly lowering his head: "Where’s my good morning kiss?"
Isabella Weaver widened her eyes, wasn’t this over yet?
"Didn’t I kiss you?"
"You didn’t kiss ."
"How could I not have kissed you? Who did you kiss, a ghost?"
"You didn’t kiss voluntarily." Harry Hunter emphasized the word "voluntarily," his eyes were strongly fixed on Isabella Weaver.
Isabella Weaver had no choice but to stand on her tiptoes and kiss him.
How co she didn’t notice before that he could be so clingy!
"No, that kiss was too perfunctory, be more earnest, and give it so effort."
"I just put on lipstick, what if the kiss erases it?"
"Then put it on again, can’t I afford lipstick for my wife?"
Isabella Weaver had to compromise, tiptoeing to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him again.
After the passionate kiss ended, she softly spoke: "Good morning, Mr. Hunter."
Harry Hunter’s fingers gently brushed her tender lips: "Good morning, Madam Hunter."
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