The sumr sunlight was exceptionally bright, and the mist hovering over the Spring Villa Resort was dispersed, revealing its original grandeur and elegance.
Isabella Weaver woke up to the sound of birds and the scent of flowers, and in her drowsiness, felt soone kissing her.
Mr. Hunter was consistent with his morning kisses; as long as she was awake, he would kiss her.
"Good morning, Madam Hunter."
Isabella laughed and kissed him back, "Good morning, husband of Madam Hunter."
"It’s the weekend today, you can sleep in a little more."
"A supplier our company is collaborating with invited for a round of golf."
"Male or female?"
"Male."
"You can’t go!"
"He’s in his fifties, more like an uncle, and moreover..."
"Still not allowed, cancel it."
Harry Hunter’s tone was firm, "He’s definitely up to no good!"
"Listen to first, he’ll also bring his daughter along. It’s just a ga and a chance to make friends, and maybe discuss so cooperation. Their family is in the gold industry, and I’ve heard they have a strong background."
"Gordon Chester?"
"You know him?"
"A prominent figure in the gold sector. Rumor has it that Gordon Chester is the least promising among the Chester family, so they sent him to the family’s gold company and even changed his na to get him into business."
Harry Hunter was familiar with all the major families, having been exposed to them from an early age, and knew much about their secrets.
"Is he a good person?"
"How could he be a good person, businessn all have dark hearts, but he at least has principles. If you really have to et him, I’ll go with you."
Isabella thought it through and felt this was a good idea.
With Harry Hunter backing her up, she felt full of security.
She hugged Harry’s waist and sighed, "Marrying Young Master Hunter is different, I picked up a treasure!"
Young Master Hunter was very pleased with the "treasure" title, put her in his white shirt, and took his little wife to the bathroom.
He lifted Isabella onto the sink, singing to her while wetting a towel to wash her face.
After a soak in the hot spring yesterday, her face was particularly rosy and lustrous, carrying the unique youthful aura of a nineteen-year-old girl, making him want to keep pampering her so she’d always stay youthful.
Isabella sat on the sink, watching the handso man squeeze out toothpaste to brush her teeth, couldn’t help but feel a surge of sweetness.
She had been served by him many tis, but each ti she felt happy; her sense of happiness had never diminished, only continued to accumulate.
She took the toothbrush to brush her own teeth while Harry Hunter wrapped his arms around her, kissing her all over.
Forehead, eyes, ears, nose tip, chin...
Isabella felt ticklish from his kisses and pushed him playfully, "Quickly wash your face and brush your teeth, we still have to go play golf!"
"You wash for , dear."
Isabella thought for a mont and decided to fulfill his small request.
She finished brushing her teeth in two minutes, took the towel from Harry’s hand, and began to serve the Young Master.
"Young Master, is my strength too much?"
"It’s okay."
"Young Master, is the towel cold? Should I rinse it with hot water?"
"Uh, could do."
"Young Master, do you want to wipe your hair a bit? It’s a little ssy from sleep, a bit of water will make it smooth~"
"Hmm, not bad."
"Young Master, do you want to help you brush your teeth?"
"Hmm."
Isabella took a new toothbrush, squeezed out so toothpaste, and brought it to Harry Hunter’s mouth, "Young Master, please open your mouth."
The Young Master was a bit displeased, asking critically, "Why didn’t you wet it?"
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