The dinner was sumptuous, and Isabella Weaver was very full. She patted her belly and muttered softly, "I think I got fatter again?"
Harry Hunter also put his hand there and after feeling it, said earnestly, "Hmm, you’re pregnant, it’s gotten so big, not bad!"
Isabella Weaver burst into laughter, "How could it be so fast!"
Harry Hunter laughed too, "I don’t want it to be so fast either, I’d prefer a few more years of just the two of us."
Isabella Weaver wrapped her arm around his and went upstairs with him, "My work is quite busy too, so later would be better."
She walked into the study Harry Hunter had specially prepared for her, sat down at the desk, turned on the computer, and prepared to look at so materials.
Harry Hunter said helplessly, "Working so hard?"
"After discussing with other old designers today, I realized I lack a lot of professional knowledge, urgently need to catch up!"
"The lady is really... too diligent."
Harry Hunter was sowhat happy, yet sowhat bitter; he wanted to cuddle a bit with his sweet young wife, but seeing her charging herself so energetically, he couldn’t just drag her down.
He simply moved a chair to sit beside her, keeping her company as she worked, and incidentally processing so of his own company matters.
A mont later...
"Mr. Hunter, I want so water."
"I’ll go get it for you."
"Mr. Hunter, my arm feels a bit sore."
"I’ll massage it for you."
"Honey, I want a little sothing to eat."
"What do you want to eat? I’ll get it for you."
"I want sothing that can be satisfying, but won’t make fat, healthy, won’t make feel stuffed, and preferably easy and hassle-free to eat."
Harry Hunter was stumped!
"Princess, you’re so hard to please, are you deliberately making things difficult for ?"
Isabella Weaver chuckled lightly, leaning back in the chair, engrossed in her book, and casually placing her calves on Harry Hunter’s lap, "This is more comfortable."
She was wearing loose ho clothes, her long pants rolled up, revealing a section of fair ankle.
Harry Hunter looked at her legs, slowly rolled her pants up to her knees, exposing her slender and well-proportioned calves.
Under the lamp, her calves were glowing white, with a smooth luster, as delicate as fine mutton fat jade.
His palm caressed them, feeling a patch of softness, and he couldn’t bear to let go.
"Honey, why don’t you get so pogranate? Is there any left? You didn’t finish it all, did you?"
"There’s still so."
Harry Hunter finally raised his head, "What’s left isn’t fresh anymore, wait until tomorrow when the fresh ones arrive, then you can eat."
"It’s okay, pogranates don’t go bad that easily, the uncracked ones can be stored for a long ti!"
"Alright, I’ll go get them."
Harry Hunter reluctantly let go of her leg, left the study, and went downstairs to find the leftover pogranate from yesterday.
The cracked ones were already a bit limp, but the uncracked ones looked like each was crystal clear as red agate.
Harry Hunter washed his hands, took the pogranate, returned to the study, and began peeling it.
"Open your mouth."
"Ah~"
Isabella Weaver ate pogranate while reading her book.
She ate and ate, and didn’t know when she’d ended up sitting on Harry Hunter’s lap.
She sat and sat, and sohow ended up kissing him.
The buttons open wide, her chest was cool, and the man who pampered her endlessly was gently sucking and nibbling, making her whole body soft.
The book had long fallen to the floor.
"Harry Hunter!"
"Hmm?"
"Next ti, you’re not allowed in my study, you’re distracting from becoming a progressive young woman!"
"Don’t need to serve you with tea and water anymore?"
"Don’t need it!"
"Hmm, you’re really a heartless little thing, having just commanded around, now kicking out..."
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