Isabella Weaver was staring at her phone when she suddenly saw an extra 100 million in her bank account!
She widened her eyes in shock. What was going on!
Has Christopher Weaver gone crazy?
When she opened the details, she saw the sender was Harry Hunter.
She quickly looked at the man beside her: "Why did you transfer money to ?"
"Giving you so pocket money to spend."
"But you don’t need to give so much!" Who gives a hundred million as pocket money!
"Where’s it too much?"
Even now, Harry’s heart still ached. His wife had been kidnapped and caught in the rain; he couldn’t think of a better way to comfort her.
He drove her back to the villa, refusing to let her walk, carrying her from the car all the way to the bedroom.
Isabella was still holding her phone, bewildered, not understanding why Harry suddenly gave her so much money.
Harry tucked her into bed, took out a hairdryer, and sat by the bed to dry her hair.
His warm fingertips brushed her scalp, lifting her long hair; his actions weren’t very skilled, but he was extrely focused.
After her hair was dry, he went downstairs, personally cooked ginger soup, and brought it up, feeding her spoonful by spoonful.
His suit was soaked, and he had taken it off, revealing his shirt with only one sleeve.
Isabella touched his arm: "Where’s your sleeve?"
"Connor got injured, so I tore it off to bandage his wound."
Isabella was startled: "Is his injury serious?" No wonder she didn’t see Connor following him tonight!
"He’s fine, just hurt his arm. Cora Ginger is taking care of him at the hospital."
Harry briefly explained, fed her all the ginger soup, and only went to take a shower and change clothes once he saw her complexion and lips turning rosy again.
When he ca out of the bathroom, he saw Isabella holding her phone once more, staring at her account balance incessantly, muttering and counting the zeros.
His lips curved slightly, and he lifted the covers to lie down, pulling his little wife into his arms: "Still looking at it..."
Isabella put down her phone and hugged Harry’s waist: "It’s my first ti having so much money!"
"If you like it, I can transfer you a little more."
"No, no!"
Isabella repeatedly refused. Who knows if his "a little" ant one hundred million or two hundred million?
Harry held her tightly, bowed his head to kiss her lips, and after a long ti, asked her: "Were you scared today?"
"No."
Isabella pressed her face against his chest. As long as she listened to his heartbeat, she felt incredibly at ease.
"Ella Weaver didn’t even get a chance to act before you ca. I just got caught in a bit of rain, nothing else."
"We should actually thank this storm, the thunder was so intense that Ella was too scared to co near , afraid of being struck by lightning. It’s easiest to get struck by lightning under a tree."
"She imitates , telling to call my mom for money to give to her. She’s so silly. My mom gave the company to , and all the shares are under my na! She thinks everyone’s like Christopher Weaver, hoarding money and the company, not letting the kids touch it."
...
Harry listened to her nestled in his chest, talking lightly on purpose, but his heart still ached.
Was Isabella not afraid of being struck by lightning like Ella?
She was tied to a tree, unable even to run, and the thunder tonight was so fierce that her chances of being hit were very high.
He still felt sorry for her, still wanted to comfort her.
Money was not warm enough; he needed to comfort her personally.
As Isabella chatted, sohow she and Harry ended up kissing, and the atmosphere grew more intense.
Weren’t they talking?
How did it end up like this...
In between their lips parting, she asked breathlessly, "What are you doing?"
Harry’s voice was low: "Comforting you."
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