"Isabella Weaver, I’d recognize you even if you turned to ashes!"
"You’re drunk, you’ve got the wrong person."
Harry Hunter picked her up onto his lap, his fingers brushing her cheek, leaving a layer of powder: "I’m not drunk, wipe all this nonsense off your face!"
"Young Master Hunter, is my makeup not pretty?"
Harry suddenly recalled that she had said the sa thing before, his arms tightened around her, but he said, "Looks like a ghost, it’s hideous."
"Harry Hunter! Are you calling ugly? Say that again!!"
Harry suddenly lowered his head and kissed her.
Jeremy Duff’s eyes almost popped out of his head!
Young Master Hunter’s taste is really intense!
Kissing so seriously even with a face like a ghost!
Connor suddenly turned his head and whispered, "What are you looking at? Can’t you see my Young Master and Young Madam are getting cozy? Close your eyes!"
Jeremy, afraid of Connor’s strong combat prowess, instinctively closed his eyes.
But he felt like sothing wasn’t quite right!
Ah!
He rembered!
It’s a common scene in movies, boyfriend holding the girlfriend’s face, telling her to close her eyes, then kissing her!
Jeremy snapped his eyes open and was horrified to see Connor’s face almost touching his forehead!
He wanted to shout, but Connor reacted quickly, covering his mouth so he could only make "mmm mmm" sounds!
Great, now it looks even more like there’s sothing fishy going on!
On the other side, Harry’s kiss ended, and he frowned, looking at Isabella, who looked neither human nor ghostly, touched his lips, and said, "Not tasty, don’t use this lipstick next ti."
"Who asked you to eat it?"
Isabella got up, sat on the sofa next to him, and slling the alcohol on him, was a bit annoyed: "You keep locked in the sanatorium while you co here drinking with other won?"
"I didn’t lock you up, just preventing the possibility of being cuckolded, and I wasn’t drinking with won, just drinking alone."
"There was no such possibility to begin with!"
Isabella couldn’t help but raise her voice and then looked at Jeremy: "Isn’t he a person? You found such a fair and delicate pretty boy to accompany you, what are you up to?"
Before Jeremy could speak, Connor willingly sacrificed himself, draping an arm over Jeremy’s shoulder, and smiled: "Young Madam misunderstood, this pretty boy is mine, not the Young Master’s, the Young Master is pure, how could he keep a pretty boy!"
Cora Ginger pushed the door open, hands on hips: "Really? So I’m the accident, and you two are true love?"
Connor jumped up: "No! He is the accident! He’s Jeremy Duff! You all know him!"
Isabella and Cora were stunned, looking at Jeremy in disbelief.
Jeremy coughed twice, stood up to confirm his identity: "I just lost so weight and got much more handso, it’s normal you didn’t recognize , but I’m definitely Boss Duff!"
His voice wasn’t much different from before, and his face vaguely resembled his old self, Cora exclaid: "Boss, you’ve outdone yourself with this weight loss! Everything slimd down, except your face got thicker!"
Jeremy wasn’t annoyed, the atmosphere finally livened up, and he didn’t have to put on a solo performance anymore!
He invited everyone to sit down and wanted to call for so entertainnt.
Cora loved excitent, and having never enjoyed the various services of a club when she worked as a waitress, she imdiately agreed with Jeremy: "Get soone here quick!"
Harry remained unmoved, carefully sprinkling mineral water on a towel, patiently wiping Isabella’s face clean.
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