Harry Hunter grabbed her hand and said softly, "Co with . I live nearby. You can at least have a cup of hot water to warm up."
Isabella Weaver wanted to refuse, but Harry Hunter didn’t give her the chance: "Where’s your car?"
He quickly found her Land Rover, put her in the passenger seat first, then sat in the driver’s seat himself, and drove her to his villa.
Connor was driving Harry Hunter’s car, following behind with a cheerful smile. Originally, he thought the young master wouldn’t be good at wooing girls, but it seems the progress is quite fast. He’s already brought her ho! A once-in-a-millennium event!
Isabella Weaver only realized after entering Harry Hunter’s ho that his villa was separated from the Weaver Family villa by nothing more than an artificial lake.
She quietly thought to herself, it turns out she’s been his neighbor for many years, yet they’ve never known each other.
Harry Hunter handed her a towel: "Wipe your face and hair."
Isabella Weaver took it: "Thank you."
Harry Hunter gave her a cup of hot water, and she again said, "Thank you."
"Do you have to be so polite with ?"
Isabella Weaver raised her head, her eyes full of: What else?
Harry Hunter shook his head slightly. He always thought he was cold enough, but now he finally t a match. This girl seems easygoing, but she has her heart sealed tightly.
Isabella Weaver wiped her hair and noticed her cheek was still swollen, so she couldn’t help but ask, "Mr. Hunter, do you have any ice here?"
Harry Hunter glanced at her face: "Does it hurt?"
Isabella Weaver nodded, then shook her head: "I want it to swell down quickly, otherwise it won’t be good for work tonight."
Harry Hunter sighed lightly. She was like this, yet her mind was still on working.
He took so ice from the refrigerator, sat beside Isabella Weaver, gently lifted her chin, and applied ice to her face.
Isabella Weaver felt a bit uncomfortable: "I can do it myself."
"Let ."
Harry Hunter’s tone carried an undeniable assertiveness. His voice sounded incredibly firm, but his actions were sowhat gentle.
Seeing him serious, Isabella Weaver finally showed a faint smile. She suddenly felt that her face didn’t seem to hurt as much; was it because of the ice’s effect?
Feeling better, she proactively chatted with Harry Hunter to ease the inexplicable intimate atmosphere between them.
"Mr. Hunter, when did you start living here? I’ve lived here for almost twenty years, but I’ve never seen you?"
Harry Hunter looked up. Does that an she’s only nineteen?
Seeing her mature and independent appearance, he thought she was in her twenties.
"I’ve also lived here for a long ti."
As for why they had never t before, it was probably because he never wandered around the villa’s exterior. Even if he occasionally drove by and saw her, he wouldn’t care or rember.
Even today, it was only because Connor saw her and pointed her out that he got out of the car.
Living so close and yet never knowing each other, it’s indeed a special kind of miracle.
"Do you live here alone?"
"Yeah."
"How nice."
In Isabella Weaver’s eyes, there was a hint of envy. He’s really impressive, able to break free from family control and comfortably live on his own.
Harry Hunter watched her eyes and knew what she was thinking inside.
"If you like, you can co and live here too."
Isabella Weaver laughed lightly and shook her head: "That won’t do."
Harry Hunter looked at her smile and felt his mood lighten too. He asked softly, "Are you afraid of ?"
"No."
She had been a little afraid before, but now didn’t feel that way anymore. In fact, Isabella Weaver sowhat preferred his icy cold personality—she was afraid of supposedly gentle n.
"Then co and live here, Isabella. I’ll marry you."
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