Isabella Weaver’s cheeks turned red, and she ran into the living room, soon coming out with a bottle of red wine and two goblets: "Let’s have so wine!"
Harry Hunter laughed: "You can’t drink, you just got over a fever, took so dicine this morning, do you not care about your life?"
"Then I’ll just have a little! Just a little!"
Isabella gestured with her fingers, pouring a little for Harry and a little for herself: "Cheers!"
Harry saw that there was only a tiny sip in her glass, so he let her be. She was so happy, having a sip or two wasn’t a big deal.
He had grilled the fish and handed it to her with affection and tenderness: "Eat up!"
Isabella still tore off a piece to give to Harry’s lips before eating it herself.
Harry couldn’t resist holding her, the little girl always let him have the first bite! How could he not love her?
After Isabella finished a fish, her mouth was all black again, she deliberately leaned in and kissed Harry’s cheek, and seeing his flawless side profile smudged with black, she laughed: "So handso!"
"Am I more handso or is the fish?"
How could he even be jealous of a fish!
"Of course, you are!"
"Perfect answer, go and sit over there, I’ll grill you sothing else."
Isabella had already seen that he had prepared even a rocking chair, with a blanket on it.
She lay down on the rocking chair, covered herself with the thin blanket, and rocked, every now and then Harry would hand her various foods.
Half an hour later, she touched her stomach: "Do you think I’ll be fattened up like a pig by you?"
Harry chuckled softly: "You’ve hardly eaten enough, you’re far from being a pig!"
He fed his little wife to her contentnt before tending to his own hunger.
After he finished eating, he used the charcoal from grilling the fish to set fire to the pogranate tree branches pruned this morning, to light a campfire.
The flas were rather vigorous, dancing in the breeze, reflected in Isabella’s dark pupils, making her appear even more enchanting.
Harry washed his hands, took out a towel to clean Isabella’s face and hands, then turned into the villa, carrying out a bowl of pogranates.
"Hold these."
Isabella instinctively took them, then suddenly felt herself lifted off the ground, being scooped up by Harry.
Harry sat down on the chair, holding Isabella, and fed her pogranate from the bowl: "You’ve been eating pogranate for days now, have you had enough?"
Isabella, satisfied, leaned against his chest, the pogranate juice sweet as her mood at the mont: "No, I could eat them every day!"
"So eager to have kids with !"
"Oh, co on!"
Isabella punched him lightly: "That’s not why, I just find pogranates delicious!"
Harry’s deep laughter ca from his chest: "Just teasing you! I know you love them, so I planted a tree for you. Every year, you’ll taste pogranates that I grew and peeled with my own hands."
Isabella leaned in to kiss his chin: "What’s your favorite fruit? I’ll plant one for you too!"
"I don’t eat fruit."
"Then what do you eat?"
"Eating you is enough."
Isabella, irritated, stuffed his mouth with pogranate, what was with this man, how could he twist everything to that topic!
She relaxed against him once more, wrapped her arms around his waist, watching the lively campfire, feeling sweet and happy.
She thought that having two children would be nice, then the kids could sing and dance around the campfire! The house would definitely be bustling!
She thought for a while, then turned to kiss Harry again.
Harry smiled, his little wife was especially proactive tonight, he’d definitely not disappoint her!
He tossed away the obstructive crystal bowl, picked her up by the waist: "Let’s go, ti to head back to the room and make babies!"
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