Isabella Weaver couldn’t stop laughing, as she pulled Harry Hunter down to sit next to her. She looked him up and down, nodding with satisfaction: "Wear this tomorrow, take it off first, wash it, then wear it again."
Harry Hunter raised his hand and took off the hoodie, revealing his strong upper body.
Isabella’s face imdiately felt warm, she didn’t dare to look at him: "Don’t take it off here, go back to the room to take it off!"
Harry grabbed the clothes in one hand and held her hand with the other, leading her upstairs.
Johan Niles stood dazed at the kitchen entrance with a leek in his hand, murmuring: "The boss actually knows how to seduce won? Isn’t he even more of a straightforward guy and bad at sweet-talking than I am?"
He touched his own stomach, secretly vowing: "No way, I have to eat less tonight, I need to work on my abs too!"
He was really motivated by Harry’s abs and chest muscles!
In the bedroom upstairs, Harry pressed Isabella against the wall, aggressively displaying his male hormones.
Isabella didn’t know where to put her hands, planning to push him away, but her palms ended up on his firm chest, making her quickly retract her hands due to the heat.
Harry chuckled lowly, placing her hand back on his chest: "You’ve already touched it, why are you pulling your hand back?"
Isabella flustered: "I didn’t!"
"What’s there to be afraid of, we’re legally married, I’m yours, you can touch anywhere you like."
He guided Isabella’s hand from his chest downwards, over his abs, exploring further down.
Isabella’s face turned as red as if it were burning, with both anger and urgency, she stomped on Harry’s foot: "Don’t ss around, there are people downstairs!"
"They won’t co up."
"Even so, it’s not okay!"
"Didn’t I tell you, just treat them like air."
"I can’t do that!"
"Earlier in the car, didn’t you want to kiss ?"
"No, you saw it wrong!"
"There’s no one around now, you can kiss ."
Isabella was so embarrassed she wanted to hide in a wardrobe and never co out!
How could he say such things so casually, it was too much for her!
Harry coaxed her: "Just a kiss, and we’ll go downstairs. If we stay up here too long, they might think we’re doing sothing up here."
At that mont, Isabella felt both anxious and excited; clearly they were a proper married couple, yet it felt so scandalous.
Her heart was pounding wildly, her breath slightly quickened.
Harry’s fervent breath brushed against her ear, tickling and tingling, muddling her mind.
She stepped on Harry’s foot, leaned her head back, and quickly pecked his lips: "There, I kissed you!"
Harry was taken aback: "Does that count?"
"Why wouldn’t it count?"
"It doesn’t! I hardly felt anything, you ended it too fast, do it again!"
Isabella had no choice but to kiss him again, this ti lingering a bit longer. As she was about to pull away, Harry already pinned her down and deepened the kiss.
His hands explored under her clothes, making Isabella feel weak all over, relying on Harry’s support to stand.
The more Harry kissed, the more intense it beca, as if he were kissing her for the first ti, unwilling to stop.
After a long while, Isabella finally got a chance to catch her breath.
She lightly punched Harry’s chest: "What’s the matter with you, my lips are probably swollen, how am I supposed to face anyone later?"
Harry couldn’t help planting another peck on her lips, seeing the enchanting glow in her eyes.
Isabella’s punches grew heavier: "Stop kissing!"
"Okay."
Harry stopped, his voice deep, carrying a unique emotion: "I’m very happy, Isabella."
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