Isabella Weaver was taken ho by Harry Hunter. She had cald down, but she was still upset about Harry taking Natalie Niles with him.
After getting ho, she ignored him and went straight to the kitchen, wanting to make sothing to eat.
Unfortunately, she wandered around the kitchen for a long ti and still didn’t know how to cook.
Harry Hunter stood with his arms crossed at the kitchen door, watching her take a fish out of the fridge, think about it for a while, and then put it back. She took out a box of mushrooms, hesitated for a mont, and then put it back as well. She took out a piece of rock-hard frozen ribs, and finally, helplessly put it back.
She can’t cook, this is great!
He would never allow her to learn to cook; it would be best if she remained pampered, so pampered that she couldn’t do anything on her own, so pampered that she couldn’t live without him, so she would never leave.
"What do you want to eat?"
Harry Hunter walked up to her, holding her from behind, "I’ll cook for you."
"You can’t cook either, go away!"
Isabella suddenly rembered she hadn’t eaten anything at noon out of anger, while Harry had eaten with Natalie, and she felt a surge of fire in her heart.
Harry originally thought he had coaxed her well, but upon returning ho, she was angry again.
He stood facing Isabella, lifted her chin: "Don’t be angry, sweetheart, what if you make yourself ill? If you’re still angry, you can hit , don’t bottle it up."
As he spoke, he guided her hand to hit him a few tis.
Isabella’s eyes reddened slightly, and she lowered her gaze, not looking at him.
"Are you silly? Feel my heart, is there anyone else in there? There wasn’t before, and there won’t be in the future, there’s only you. Natalie is just..."
"Don’t ntion her!"
"Okay, I won’t. I haven’t eaten either, let’s eat together."
"Didn’t you already eat with your pretty bodyguard?"
Harry lowered his head and pecked her lips: "You ignored all morning, how could I have the appetite to eat!"
Isabella pushed his head away in disgust: "Liar!"
"Really, I didn’t eat!"
Isabella angrily took out her phone, found a picture, and almost shoved it in his face: "See for yourself, did you eat or not!"
Harry looked and, sure enough, it was a photo of him eating with Natalie Niles. In the photo, he was looking at his phone with one hand, holding a spoon to his mouth with the other, while Natalie was placing a bowl of soup in front of him.
Who took this sneaky photo?!
He felt that no matter what he said, he couldn’t explain this clearly!
His mind was on Isabella at the ti, he was texting her, completely oblivious to Natalie!
"I only took that one bite, I’m being wronged, honey!"
Harry was aggrieved: "Look at the food in the photo, none of it was touched, I really didn’t eat! I didn’t even know about the bodyguard giving soup!"
Isabella looked carefully, indeed, none of the food had been touched; she also replayed a video clip, and Harry indeed wasn’t eating in it.
She felt sowhat relieved.
But Harry was not: "Who sent this to you? Who took it? Give your phone!"
Isabella hurriedly hid her phone behind her back: "No way!"
"Give it to ! This person definitely has bad intentions, sending both photos and videos to ruin our relationship as husband and wife! Tell who it is, I’ll kill them!"
"No way! If you haven’t done anything wrong, why would you be afraid of people taking photos?"
"I haven’t done anything wrong to you!"
Harry gritted his teeth: "Tell , is it Alexander Parker who hired soone to do it?"
"It’s not him!"
"It must be him, he’s determined to take you away from !"
"I said it’s not him!"
"Tomorrow I’m going to dig a hole and bury him alive!"
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